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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

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Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal), Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Spanking / Whipping (with a drumstick), Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader

Words: 10,418

Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader

Quirkless, Punk rock band AU

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Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Tags: @lady-bakuhoe, @gallickingun, @mirakumiruku, @wakaoujisenhime, @sunnieskies02, @hisoknen

Art in banner by me.

This was incredibly frustrating. Finally, after years of admiring and being an incredibly dedicated fan, you were standing in front of your favorite punk rock band. They were just a few feet from you, so close that you could reach out and touch them. How badly you wanted their full and undivided attention was near suffocating, and yet, it was so difficult for you to find the courage to speak at all. You had given them your name after you had been brought backstage for the meet up, which was a perk of the insanely expensive VIP tickets you and your friends had purchased.

That’s all that you had been able to say. Your friend, however, was absolutely bursting with questions. You were very close to her, but damn, you wished that she would just stop talking long enough for someone else to get a word in. All day you had been brooding over what you wanted to ask, what you wanted to say to these men that had been such a huge part of your life for the last few years. Their music had inspired you, made you cry, pumped you up so much that you’d jump around your room and just jam out. But, more than that, they had saved you. You didn’t know how to explain it, or even how it happened in the first place, but you had truly begun to feel like their existence is what you lived for.

Was that unhealthy? Probably. But who could blame you? You loved every single one of them. All five men were like your best friends, and you felt so close to them from your time following them on social media and attending their concerts. You knew them like the back of your hand, from birthdays, to favorite food, drinks, hobbies, past or current girlfriends, and you had even found out their personal telephone numbers. Had you ever called them? No, of course not. That would be creepy.

Midoriya Izuku, the band leader and lead singer, was being the most engaging as far as answering questions. Unlike their punkish attire and aesthetic, he was like sunshine, incredibly friendly and soft with his curly green hair and freckled cheeks. He was adorable, able to make all the little fangirls scream and squeal with his grin and a cheeky wink.

Todoroki Shouto, lead guitar and backup singer, was the quiet pretty boy of the group, breaking hearts with his intense and piercing stare. That wasn’t to say he didn’t have a soft side to him, but more than anything, he was extremely dense, and his genuine confusion was what made him so desirable.

Kirishima Eijirou, second guitar, was another ray of sunshine amongst the black clothes and punk piercings. He loved to get the crowd riled up, his endless energy and cheery personality infectious. Out of everyone, he was the most openly friendly without a hint of shyness and treated everyone like he had known them forever.

Kaminari Denki, bass guitar, was the group idiot. He was nice, but often did and said things that could get the group into trouble or make a fool of himself in the public eye. Funny and playful, he could make anyone laugh, either from a joke or from just being a silly fool.

Although you adored them all, one of them had you in his grip, like your heart had been locked in a vice that grew tighter every time you saw him. The fifth member, Bakugou Katsuki, was your absolute dream man. Rough, arrogant, mean, and foul mouthed, he was the bands second in command, drummer, and backup singer for moments that required his deep and gruff voice. God, he was everything you ever wanted in a partner. Boyfriend. Husband. Whatever! You wanted him so badly that you dreamed about it constantly, picturing yourself in those strong arms or having those calloused hands on your body. Much to your misfortune, he was the most private on social media, so there was still a lot about him that you didn’t know.

That was one of his most attractive qualities to you. His mystery and his silence. What was he really like? Was he this grumpy and off putting with those close to him? Did he have a gentle side of any kind?

You wanted to know everything about him! But, standing here in front of the entire band, you were frozen, not able to make a squeak. Even your eyes were locked on the floor, unable to look up at them in fear that you would gawk a little too intensely. Or start crying. One of the two would happen, probably.

Your chance to interact with your heroes was slipping by with each moment, however, and you didn’t know if you’d ever get to have this chance again. What did you want to say? What questions had you thought about? You had a million of them, all you had to do was just say one. Something. Anything!

“Bakugou-!”

The name slipped from your lips in a sharp snap, which tapered off at the end with a tremble. Just as the sweet name left your lips, your eyes darted up, catching the confused and irritated crimson glare of the blonde drummer. At first, you were taken aback by his current appearance, still flushed and sweaty from the concert performance. His blonde spiked locks were wild and unruly, bangs stuck to the sweaty skin of his forehead and cheeks. He was so handsome, all messy and hot--

“U-uhm…” Your friend that stood beside you gave you a nudge in the side, though she was unable to pull your gaze away from Bakugou, who’s annoyed snarl made your heart begin to race. “[Name], I was about to ask something else…”

“What’d you want to say, you damn shitty extra.” Bakugou barked at you, ignoring your friends' whine at being interrupted. “Don’t just bark out my name and then stand there like a fucking moron.” That gruff and demanding voice was intoxicating, making you involuntarily clench your thighs together and clutch at the fabric of your skirt.

“I… I was wanting to know. Uhm,” Your eyes darted across his face and his chest as you tried to think of what you had been wanting to ask him. You couldn’t remember for the life of you, but as your gaze landed on the piercing he had on the bridge of his nose, a thought popped into your head and curiosity flourished instantly. “How many piercings do… do you have?”

Bakugou’s eyebrow cocked in initial confusion at the question, before returning to its usual furrowed position. “The fuck? That’s kind of personal, ain’t it?”

“I’ll tell you how many I have.” You weren’t sure if the teasing, flirtatious sound of your voice was purposeful or not, but just hearing yourself made the tips of your ears flush. “Five types… Nine piercings total. I bet you beat me on that, hm?”

“Tch, that’s fucking nothing, you little punk poser. I have nine types, thirteen total.” Bakugou shoved his hands into the pockets of his loose shorts, pulling the fabric down just enough to show the skin of his left hip and a peak of his boxers. One of the stated piercings gleamed in the light once exposed, and it took all your willpower to not hyper focus on it. “Not like you’ll ever know them all or see them.”

“I bet I could guess.” “You’d fucking fail, moron-”

“A-ah, let’s not!” Midoriya interrupted, giving a nervous laugh and a wave of his hand to pull your attention off Bakugou. “We’re not here to talk about such personal things, you know! Right, Kacchan?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, giving an annoyed click of his tongue. “I’m not in the mood for this bullshit.”

“Why?” You once again spoke without thinking. “Because you missed your cue during Collide?” The accusation immediately had Bakugou’s eyes widening in surprise before he scoffed, glaring crimson daggers at you.

“Well aren’t you just a fucking super fan.”

“I try to be.” Although you knew that he wasn’t kind to you, the fact that he noticed your extreme interest in the band made your cheeks flush, looking down at the ground between your black combat boots. The t-shirt you had paired with your skirt was your favorite that you owned of the bands merchandise, and just seeing it as you gaze down over your chest made your stomach bubble nervously. Was it really that obvious? Was it weird to him? Did he like it?

“Ah, well, anyway!” Your friend piped in again, taking a step closer to Midoriya with a sparkle in her eyes. “Deku! Please, tell us about your girlfriend!”

Midoriya instantly went into his flustered state of rubbing the back of his head, his stuttering and embarrassed gibberish cracking with his exhausted voice, leaving you once again off to the sidelines. With a small, quiet sigh, you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, more questions burning on the tip of your tongue. In your down casted vision, you saw Bakugou’s feet shift, and there wasn’t a second thought in your mind about looking up at him. Your gaze immediately locked with his, which was still a dark and threatening glare.

Your heart instantly skipped a beat, the heat in your cheeks growing hotter. Had he already been looking at you? Why was he glaring so intensely? You didn’t think that he would get upset with the mention of his mistake that you had pointed out, but perhaps he had gotten embarrassed? In truth, you hadn’t meant your statement to be argumentative in any way. You were more concerned about him. Messing up during a performance was a big deal, and though most people might not have noticed, you were curious if it was eating at him or if he just doesn’t care.

Then, he made a move that you didn’t expect. With a quiet click of his tongue, he began to make his way out of the room, only stopping at the door when Kirishima spoke up.

“Woah, man, where are you going?” The redhead interrupted Midoriya, who also looked at Bakugou curiously.

“I work a lot harder than all of you assholes during a show! I’m sick of fucking standing around, and these losers aren’t even interesting. I’ll be in my room.” Before anyone could stop him, the door slammed shut with his exit, and you turned your attention to Midoriya as he sighed.

“A-aha, I’m sorry about Kacchan! He’s uh… he doesn’t like meetups much.”

“That’s a shame…” You mumbled under your breath, already missing his presence. You could still feel that glare on you, so threatening and dangerous. This had been your chance to really make yourself stand out from the crowd and show him how genuinely interested you were in him, and you wasted it. You cared about him more than these other women that fawned over him like brainless zombies. You were perfect for him. You knew you were, without a doubt, and you wanted him.

It was true that the rest of the band members were close to your heart, that you admired all of them as your heroes. But Bakugou… You had just ruined your chance to talk with him and get to know him.

There wasn’t anything else you could do.

“Is there a bathroom I can use?” Your question once again popped out of your mouth during the middle of a conversation, though instead of stopping it, Kirishima smiled at you sweetly. His kind face and gentle touch to your arm to lead you away from the group so he could talk to you had your heart racing, almost too scared to take a step in fear that you’d trip with how distracted you were by his face.

“Yeah, babe. Go left down the hall, you’ll see it marked. Don’t get yourself into trouble, m’kay?”

B-babe? Aahh, why would he call me that? He’s too sweet for his own good. Cheeks flushing, you gave a small nod, thanking him quietly before heading out of the room, taking a final quick glance at the group behind you to catch Kirishima giving you a playful wave. Of course, by the time you stepped outside into the hallway, Bakugou had already vanished. Using what you had remembered of the route to get to this room from backstage, you hadn’t seen anything that was labeled as a changing room for any of the men. So, you went left down the hall as you had originally been instructed, glancing at each door you passed to see if there were any names scribbled on the dry erase board many of them sported.

Your heart nearly stopped when you finally saw it. Bakugou Katsuki, written in red marker with a shitty doodle of what looked to be a hand holding up the middle finger, along with the words “fuck off”. Before going in, you took a moment to press your ear up against the door, listening closely to see if there were any signs of life. There wasn’t a single sound or hint of movement, so gathering your courage and glancing up and down the hall for danger, you took hold of the doorknob, your heart beginning to race as it moved without resistance.

With a quiet click, the door opened, not making another sound as you cracked it just enough to look inside. The lights were on, and your suspicions that he hadn’t been inside were confirmed. Feeling a bit discouraged, you considered just going back to the room to finish off your time with the rest of the band. That would probably be enough to satisfy your longing for them, right? The others could be great company, and maybe Bakugou would come back before you left.

But, deep in your chest, you could feel the need to be with Bakugou alone to talk to him one on one. You wanted his attention more than anything, and you knew that there wasn’t going to be another chance for you to see him this close again any time soon. No, you couldn’t run away. You had already come too far to back out now. What’s the worst he could do? Kick you out? Call security to have you removed? Call you names? Press you up against the wall and threaten you?

Ah, well, maybe that wasn’t all that bad. You’d probably melt in his hands and collapse on the floor in a blushing puddle of tears if he so much as touched you.

Gathering your resolve, you pushed yourself on into the room, walking lightly and glancing this way and that to make sure he wasn’t just laying on some furniture or something to take a nap. Feeling confident that he wasn’t in the room, you shut the door behind you with a light click, taking a few timid steps into the room. Almost instantly, you were completely engulfed by the scent of his body spray, which you had only been faintly able to pick up while in the group. It was such a powerful scent, bold and intense, just like him. How quickly just the simple scent of him made your core burning hot was a bit staggering, feeling your knees already growing weak and your chest growing tight.

This is harder than I thought… Just from smelling him like this I feel like I’m going crazy. And he’s not even in here! I should leave before I get too distracted… But… This is his stuff!

Beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed being in the presence of Bakugou’s possessions, your teary gaze scanned the room methodically, surprised to see that the room was actually very well kept. With his brash personality, you more expected Bakugou’s personal space to be a wreck, but the only thing that was really out of place was a small pile of clothes tossed aside next to a suitcase. A desire to be close to Bakugou driving you, there wasn’t a moment of hesitation as you made your way towards it, squatting down. Right on top was the tank top he had just been wearing, still soaked with his sweat. It was the most recent thing that had touched his body. It still had his essence all over it. How could you just leave it there?

Picking it up, you brought the shirt up to your nose, inhaling deeply. It was absolutely delicious, your body quivering from the excitement and adrenaline beginning to pump through your veins. You were actually holding one of Bakugou’s sweaty shirts in your hands, one that he had just performed in! This was absolutely real. It wasn’t a dream!

Becoming overwhelmed with your feelings for him, you flopped back to sit on your butt, spreading your legs open. Since you were wearing fishnet hose with decently large holes, you had direct access to your already soaked pussy, the little lace thong easily moved aside. Now, all that existed to you was the scent wafting off his shirt and your fingers eagerly stroking your sex, alternating between stroking your clit and digging two of your fingers inside you. The cloth of the t-shirt pressed up against your lips and nose, you panted and moaned softly against it, imagining that you were right up against his chest, his fingers teasing your cunt.

You were so engrossed in your fantasy that you could even hear him taunting you, that deep growl of his voice in your ear.

“That’s right, babygirl. You like when I finger that slutty pussy, don’t you?”

“You’re so fucking wet, you little whore. Dripping all for me.”

“Getting horny just from the smell on my clothes? You dirty fuck.”

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

The sudden rattling boom of a familiar yell startled you out of your pleasant daydream, turning your moan into a squeal as you nearly jumped out of your skin. Spinning around, you were met with the wide-eyed shocked crimson glare of your dream man, who was standing halfway in the room, as if he had stopped in his tracks upon seeing you. All you could do was sit there in shock, still holding his shirt up to your face as your other hand tried to pull your skirt down between your legs, as if to hide your sin.

“I,” Stuttering, you tried to gather yourself, clenching your thighs together tightly. “I, uhm, Bakugou, it’s not- How’d you… get in?”

His shocked expression contorted into one of confusion, then into annoyance, his brows furrowed deeply as he startled at you. “Are you fucking kidding me? You didn’t lock the door, ya dumb cunt.” Walking the rest of the way inside, he slammed the door shut loudly behind him, startling you again enough to scurry back against the wall, your knees pulled up to your chest protectively. “What the fuck are you even questioning me for? You’re the horny bitch sitting on my floor sniffing my fucking clothes and touching yourself.” Without having to look back at the doorknob, Bakugou gave the little lock a twist, setting the latch firmly in place.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you could only stare at him, your eyes captivated by that fierce glare. How hot he made you only intensified now that he was back in your presence, and more than that, the asshole was even shirtless. His flawless muscular figure made your mouth feel dry, as if any and all liquid your body could produce was pooling between your legs. It was everything you could do not to start touching yourself again, clutching onto his shirt with both hands tightly. “I… I’m sorry. I just… I-”

“You’re just a damn psycho fan, aren’t ya?” Reaching up to give his hair a quick ruffle, Bakugou started making his way towards you, his ruined and ragged skater shoes squeaking against the smooth wooden floor. “I’m surprised you didn’t rip your shirt off during the fucking concert and throw your bra on stage.”

“I’m not stupid like those girls… I have dignity. And I don’t want a bunch of other people seeing my tits anyway.” Your voice lowered down to a meek whisper by the time he stood in front of you, both of his hands on his hips, as if he were about to scold you like an angry parent. With him so close, your eyes glanced over every inch of his bare torso, drinking in how absolutely flawless he was. What was even more enticing was the piercings he had so proudly boasted about not long ago, a pair of them placed on his collarbones, nipples, and hips.

“Tch, dignity?” Bakugou scoffed, a sly smirk crossing his lips. “‘Dignity’, the little slut says, as she sits on the floor in my dressing room fucking herself to the stench on my shirt. Pathetic.”

“What are… Are you going to kick me out?”

“There’s a lot that I could do to you,” Bakugou’s smirk turned wicked, his lips curling up to show his gums. “But how about you tell me what the fuck you were doing in here?”

“I just… I really wanted to get an autograph or picture with you. You’re my,” Your breath caught in your throat, not wanting to let it slip that he was your absolute dream man. “You’re my favorite band member.”

“Then what are you doing with my clothes?”

An intense burning suddenly rushed to your cheeks with a new round of embarrassment, and with it came the stinging sensation of tears building up in your eyes. What had you been doing? You had just wanted to talk to him more, to get to know him better, and just spend time with your hero. And yet, you had let yourself get completely overwhelmed by a burning desire for him, one that was just too strong to ignore in the moment of solitude with his possessions. You knew that you had a very intense crush on him, but that bad and that… gross? You had told yourself over and over that you weren’t like the desperate women who would do anything filthy to get his attention, yet here you were, sniffing his clothes and touching yourself.

“I… I don’t know what I was doing.” Your voice quivered as you avoided looking at him, trying to blink the tears away. “That was really gross of me. I had just… wanted to see you in private. I wasn’t getting a chance to talk to you, to any of you, and… I just wanted my chance.”

“You wanted your chance, eh?” Bakugou brought a hand up to his chin, rubbing it as if he were in thought, contemplating his options. “So much that you’d sneak into my room, to wait for me or try to corner me?”

Swallowing the lump that had grown in your throat, you coward down back against the wall, wishing that you could just shrink away in shame. Your impulses had completely ruined your chances. He had to think you were a total freak by now, he’d never want to even give you the time of day.

“Ya know,” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, taking a half step closer to you. His posture and presence over you was so aggressive and domineering that you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, only pulling your legs up tighter to your chest to try and get further away from him. “You talk all big, saying that you’re not like those other extras out there that’ll drop their pants in seconds for me. That you have ‘dignity’. But I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re just like those other sluts out there, a stupid whore that is driven by nothing but her cunt.”

You gave a small shake of your head, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the swirling in your stomach from how he was treating you. You couldn’t believe it was turning you on so much. “No, I… That isn’t what I wanted.”

“I think it is. You’re disgusting. Nothing but a filthy super fan and a stalker. Why don’t you just admit it?”

“Because… It’s not true. I love you, but not… It’s not all like that.”

“If you loved me, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” The change in tone caught you off guard, his voice no longer accusatory and vicious. Instead, his growl was almost soothing, as if he were trying to calm your frantic thoughts of failure. “You’d do anything to stay in the same room as me. To just be able to fucking look at me or get a shitty autograph, hm?”

“I would… yes.” Your heart racing, you tried to blink away the tears still prickling in your eyes, but they were persistent. “But if you want me to leave, I’ll… do that, too. I shouldn’t have come here like this in the first place…”

“You regret it?” Bakugou moved his hands back to his hips, his fingers resting against the pristine shape of his hips with such rugged and confident posture. You were so conflicted on your feelings, and that question only made your throat grow tight. Did you regret it? All your actions up to this point had gotten you here, alone in his room with him, and no matter what the interaction was or may end up being, just getting to be here was a dream come true.

But what would you do? Would you really do anything he asked of you? Anything? In truth, you didn’t think that you had the courage and you would just annoy him until he kicked you out. What would he even want from you in the first place? You weren’t innocent enough to not have noticed the bulge beneath the zipper of his shorts, pressing up into the fabric. Was this entire situation, having you cowering on the floor in front of him like this, actually turning him on? Did he… like you, then? Was he attracted to you?

“I asked you a question.” Bakugou snapped when you didn’t answer him, leaning forward a bit to glower down at you with that typical snarl.

“I don’t… I don’t regret it. I just don’t want to upset you.”

“Aw, don’t want to upset me, eh?” With a click of his tongue, Bakugou’s snarl stretched into a smirk. “Poor little stalker, scared to upset me. Don’t worry, babygirl. Just do what I ask, and you won’t upset me.”

“Really? You’re not upset?”

“Not at all, babe. But you have to do what I say. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” The condescending growl of his voice was lost to you, only able to latch on to the pet names and hope of getting back on his good side.

“Yes.”

“Because you’re not like those other girls. You're my number one fan. Aren’t you?”

A new burning of heat and tears flared up, unable to stop the happy smile on your lips. “Yes. Yes! I am! I love you so much-”

“Get on your knees.”

Smile faltering, you were confused by the demand, looking up at Bakugou through your gathered tears. “What?”

“Get on your fucking knees.” Bakugou snapped again, the gleam in his glare almost… sinister. Still, there was something in you that begged for you to comply, and just like your impulses earlier, you couldn’t ignore it. Squeezing the fabric of his shirt tightly in your hands, you slowly shifted yourself up onto your knees as demanded, though the space between him and the wall was limited. Worried about your face being too close to his crotch, you sat back mostly on your legs, but he was quick to correct you.

“All the way up on your knees.”

Nibbling at your bottom lip, you pushed yourself up to be kneeling, your eyes glancing and looking everywhere but at the crotch of his baggy blank punk shorts, which reached his knees and ended in tattered fabric. The chains on both hips rattled lightly as he shifted his weight to his other foot, and that slight sound pulled your eyes to look at them, and thus at his crotch. At this angle, you could truly see how strained he was, the form of his cock clearly visible. The heat in your cheeks grew fiercer just thinking about what was just a few inches from your nose, and what was worse, the smell of him was overwhelming all your senses. He must have just recently reapplied his spray after sweating like mad for hours on end, but even his natural scent was enticing.

“What are you looking at, babe?”

Bakugou’s voice broke you out of your stupor, bringing you to look up at his face. “Nothing… Just, well…” Your voice tapered off, unable to find it within you to ask him. He obviously had a boner, but what the hell did that mean?

“Open your mouth. Keep those pretty eyes on my face.” His commands had grown softer, as if he were purring at you to keep you compliant. Opening your mouth as told, you peered up at him through your lashes, tilting your head back a little. The way his smirk grew had your skin tingling, but that isn’t what had all your attention. Your focus was on his hips, listening to the rustling of fabric and watching the movement of his arms through your peripheral vision. “Good girl. Now stick out your tongue. And don’t move.”

Slowly, your tongue lolled out, and the low groan he gave in satisfaction of your obedience had you opening your mouth wider. As you sat there waiting for him, you could feel the saliva beginning to dribble down your chin and along the length of your tongue, gathering in a slick pool before dripping off the tip of your tongue to the floor.

Suddenly, you felt a hard and hot presence slap against your tongue, making you squeak and recoil back. Though, before you could get far, your hair was in Bakugou’s fist, yanking you back up into position and peering up at him in shocked fear. He was visibly agitated, but his smirk was still wide, teeth bared.

“What do you think you’re doing, slut? I said don’t move. You told me you’d do anything I say.”

Trembling now, you pulled your gaze from his to look at his hips, pressing your lips together tightly as you gazed upon his erect cock. As he held it steady with his free hand, you couldn’t help but take in every detail, from the girth and length, the prominent veins and ridges, and the frenum barbell piercing nestled just under the blushing head. It was truly the most attractive cock you had ever seen in your life, and a fire began to rage in your core as you realized that was what had just hit your tongue.

Bakugou’s cock… He… He wants me to suck him off? What if I’m not good enough… I shouldn’t!

You could feel the heat of your essence beginning to dribble down your thighs, your poor excuse for underwear and hose completely soaked through. You could feel the throbbing all the way into your stomach, and it was impossible to deny that you were the horniest you had ever been. But this isn’t what you had expected or wanted to do. Was it?

“That’s what you said, isn’t it?” Bakugou pulled your head a bit closer, giving you a few rough smacks to the cheek with his impressive cock. “You would do anything for me.” With your lips still tightly closed, he ran the tip of his cock across them, smearing his precum along your skin. “So be a good girl and give my cock a little kiss. Be sweet, now.”

Although the demand was embarrassing, the pressure of his grip on your hair and his cock literally at your lips made you feel like you truly didn’t have a choice. He was in control of all of this. He could do anything he wanted. He could get you arrested, even. You had to do what he said, not only for your own benefit, but because you adored him. So, you placed a tender kiss right beneath the head, your eyes fluttering closed. Abandoning the t-shirt in your hands, you reached up to softly caress his cock, using your grip to move it up to give you more access to the underside. Your kisses were quite timid at first, but as one lingered against the underside of his shaft, the pulsing you could feel against your lips made your body ache.

Eventually, your kisses became more passionate, even giving light suckles and little kitten licks, teasing the piercing and the sensitive head. Hearing him groan with the attention pulled your eyes up to look at him, a bit surprised to see that his cheeks were quite flushed, and his smirk had faded. Was he really enjoying this?

Bracing himself against the wall with his free hand, Bakugou only further crushed you with his overwhelming presence and dominance, making you pause in worry. “Good girl. Now open your fucking mouth.”

The instant your lips parted wide enough, Bakugou simultaneously pulled your head and pressed his hips forward, shoving his cock into your mouth, the tip stopping at the back of your tongue. Squeaking and groaning in surprise of the forced entry, you clutched on tightly to his thighs, only just having noticed that his shorts had fallen around his feet. His boxers had simply been pushed down out of the way, but the elastic kept them up on his hips for now. You were unable to move, his grip on your hair too tight to pull back. He didn’t want you to do the work?

“That’s it, baby. Keep that mouth nice and open for my cock. You don’t gag easily do you?” You could hear the feigned concern in the question, and the only answer you could give is a furrow of your brow, new tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “Oh well. Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

It was then that Bakugou began to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth slow and shallow. You were actually surprised that he started out so cautious, but you could tell that the pleasure was beginning to grow quickly. “Fuck babe, you’re such a good little slut for me.” Ever so slightly, he began to thrust faster and deeper, until the tip of his cock was hitting against the back of your throat. You were lucky that you didn’t have a strong gag reflex, as you knew that anyone who did would have already puked all over him. But you could take it. You could take it for him, to let him have his way with you just to stay with him a little longer.

Though, you were finding that it was difficult, breathing in through your nose and trying to distract yourself from the burning in your jaw. Each thrust had your nose touching his pelvis and his balls slapping against your chin, which was coated in drool that dripped freely. It was so difficult to handle him, in fact, that you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks, only further displacing your already ruined makeup from crying earlier. You were a mess already, but the fire within you didn’t falter. If not for needing to grip onto his thighs to keep you balanced, you would be touching yourself again, the craving for your own pleasure just as suffocating as the dick in your throat.

Still, your struggles were worth it. You got to watch Bakugou’s expression, his brow no longer furrowed in anger but in pleasure, his eyes glazed over with the undying need for release. His face was flushed and sweat was already beginning to drip down along his skin, his body still affected by the intense performance he hadn’t finished not even an hour ago. The way his body moved, muscles tensing and rolling beneath your grip on his thighs. He was so gorgeous.

You had expected him to finish in your mouth, but after some time of fucking your throat raw, he stopped, holding the back of your head as he dug his cock as deep in as he could. You groaned and whined from the pressure, wishing desperately for relief while pushing on his thighs. With his own groan and hiss of pleasure, Bakugou pulled out of your mouth slowly, his smirk returning as he took in the sight of you. “You should see yourself. Filthy. Keep your tongue out.” When he finally removed himself completely, you took in a deep breath, gasping and panting to try and recover from the brutality you had to endure. Your tongue, however, stayed out as he demanded, allowing him to rub the underside of his tip against it.

“You’re fuckin’ hot, you know that? So fucking sexy. I bet you have a nice tight little pussy, too.” After a few rough slaps of his cock against your tongue, he took a step back, stepping out of his shorts as he did so as well as his shoes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. “Stand the fuck up.”

Swallowing hard, you took the moment of getting to your feet to wipe your chin of the mess of liquids, but you didn’t get much time to steady yourself. Snatched by the arm, Bakugou dragged you over a few feet towards the couch, grabbing you once again by the hair and forcing you down over the armrest. The couch was quite tall, so with your upper body pressed into the cushions and your hips snuggly in place against the armrest, you could barely touch the floor with your tiptoes. It was another uncomfortable position, but you ignored the pressure on your belly as your ass was suddenly exposed to the cold air of the room, your skirt flipped up out of the way.

“Fuck you have a nice ass.” Gripping your backside with both hands firmly, Bakugou squeezed and spread you open, taking in the pleasant view. “What a fucking punk poser you are with these shitty fishnets. They don’t even do shit.” Digging his fingers into the holes along your crotch, he gave a rough yank, ripping the fabric open to give him easy access. “Holy fucking shit, you should see how wet you are, babygirl.”

You whimpered at the feeling of his thumb stroking along your sex, the slick that coated your skin giving him no resistance. You could feel it, all over your inner thighs and aching cunt, but now your favorite person in the entire world could see it, too. He could see how wet he made you, how getting tossed around by him made you feel.

I… I didn’t agree to all of this. I know it isn’t right. I didn’t want it to go this far, but… How can I stop him? Why would I stop him? He’s… I love him so much! I want him to touch me, even though I know I shouldn’t--

Your thoughts were cut off by your own gasp, your body tensing and legs bending at the knee involuntarily at the sudden pleasure that rocked through your body. You knew what it was, his tongue hot and eager against your clit as he ate you out. The sounds of him lapping at your cunt and grunting in delight at the taste of you had your mind spinning, the pleasure devouring your body. Not wanting to be heard by anyone outside, you moaned and gasped into the fabric of the couch cushion, digging your nails into it as you did everything you could to not writhe out of his grip.

You were so sensitive to his touch that you could feel everything, from his nails digging into your hips to the way his tongue piercing slid across your clit. It was as if he knew exactly how to use it to be able to drive you completely insane, the hard metal sending shocks of lightning through your body with each stroke and flick.

“Ba-Bakugou, ahh-!” You tugged and pulled at the couch cushion in your grip, digging the toes of your boots into the floor. “It’s too much! Wait--!”

“Too much? Don’t be such a fucking wimp. You’re my little slut, aren’t you? You can take anything I give you.” As he stood back up, you looked up at him over your shoulder, having to peek through your messy hair to see him. That wicked and excited smirk was back, and you were only able to watch as he gripped your ass in his hands, sliding his cock between your cheeks to coat himself in your essence. “And I know what you want me to give to you. You want my dick inside you, babygirl?”

Immediately, you stomach rolled nervously, eyes on the tip of his cock and the precum dribbling from it. You were on birth control, there wasn’t necessarily anything risky about that, but there was something else that pricked at the back of your mind. If you did this with him, then you knew that you could never settle for another man. You would want him forever, as you always had, but would you ever get a chance like this again? Would you ever even see him again after today?

It doesn’t matter… I’ll do it!

“Yes! Yes, Bakugou, I want you.” You were surprised as he leaned away from you for a moment, though what he was doing was quickly made clear as he came back into full view with a drumstick. The way that it was beaten and chipped told you that it was one he had used that performance, and the other was probably close by, set to be discarded or handed out to fans.

“And why do you want me?” Bakugou dug the stick into your hose, giving a sharp yank to further rip the delicate fabric and expose more of your ass to him fully. “Just because I’m your favorite of the band?”

“No!” You couldn’t help but become defensive. “I… I care about you more than that!” You bit down onto your bottom lip as he began to run the tip of the stick across your skin towards your cunt, mind racing with thoughts of what he was going to do with it. You could still feel and see his cock between your cheeks, hot and pulsing, and you were honestly surprised that he could hold out to tease you this long. Just seeing you like this, bent over and so submissive, was enough to keep him going long enough to torture you a bit.

“You love me? Even though I’ve slapped you, pulled your hair, and fucked your throat until you went hoarse? Even though I have your ass bent over the couch and haven’t given you any more than a few minutes of pleasure?” Suddenly, he brought the stick down hard onto your ass, making you yelp out and tremble beneath him. The pain was so good! You wanted that again, and you received it without having to ask, a moan slipping from your lips.

“Yes! I’ll love you no matter what you do to me! Always! I love it when you throw me around and use me like this! Please, use me more! I’m your little slut, Bakugou--” You were silenced as he leaned over you, his palm pressing into the side of your face and pushing the hair roughly away from obscuring your flushed and teary features. Now with your full attention, Bakugou smirked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“No, no, my pet. Call me by my name.”

The heat that rushed to your face made even his burning palms feel cool, trying to blink the tears away as they rushed down the side of your nose to soak into the couch. Was he being serious? He wanted you to call him by name… by his first name. Something that he never allowed anyone but those close to him to do, and you had seen him on more than one occasion snap at people when they did it. He was huge on respect and feeling dominant over others, so to him, his given name was sacred.

“Ka… Katsuki…” You couldn’t speak any louder than an airy whisper, though his reaction was enough to tell you that he enjoyed it. Smirk growing, Bakugou sat up from over your back, his fingers curling into your ruined hair as he began to rut his hips against you. His cock stroked slowly against your ass, his tip teasingly pressing into your cunt before slipping up back between your cheeks.

“Again.” The drumstick still in his free hand, he brought it down hard onto the already abused and welted cheek, right as your voice had begun to leave your lips.

“Ka-ah! Katsuki!” With another whack, your body instinctively tried to shift away from him, though all it did was off set his cock. His tip slipped into you, making you pause, both from the feeling and from the irritated growl that left his chest.

“What a naughty little bitch, trying to get me to fuck you before I say so.”

“N-no, it was just--”

“-- Well if you want it so fucking bad, I’ll give it to you!” Abandoning your hair and the drumstick, he gripped your hips tightly in both hands, sinking his cock into you with one quick snap of his hips. “I’ll show you who fucking owns you!”

You didn’t have time to think or respond as he began to fuck you, fast and hard. Already, the pleasure was overwhelming, rolling through your body like electricity. It was perfect, everything you had ever imagined and more. The way he filled you up to the absolute brim, not leaving a single inch of you untouched, had the coil in your core tightening so quickly that you couldn’t even think about how to restrain it. You were going to cum very quickly, and you had never wanted to so badly in your life.

“How does my cock feel inside you, slut?”

“G-good,” You struggled to choke out a response behind your moans, which squeaked with surprise as he picked up the pace. “It feels good!”

“You want to cum all over it, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Beg for it.”

At first, you couldn’t even comprehend what he was asking you, your mind growing hazy to everything but the pleasure. “I… please!” You reached back, clutching onto his hand tightly, digging your nails into his skin in hopes that it would keep him latched to you. “Please! Please let me cum, Katsuki! I want to cum all over your cock! I love it!”

When the pleasure stopped, all you could do was sit there in shock, the emptiness you felt as he pulled out of you making your stomach sink. Had you said the wrong thing? Before you could really ask him, you were grabbed by the elbows and lifted up off the couch, your body flipped so you were sitting on the armrest with your legs now loosely hooked around his hips. In the next moment, his strong arms were around your body, one hooked around your hips to pull them snug against his own while the other supported your upper body. What shocked you more than that was the fierceness of his lips against yours, kissing you with intense passion and aggressiveness that you couldn’t help but to give in.

Wrapping your arms around his torso, you moaned and gasped softly into the kiss, his hips once again rutting against yours to stroke his length against your clit. For a moment, things seemed to feel different than they had during this entire experience. It wasn’t as if he were using you anymore, doing everything entirely for his own benefit. Instead, his touch was attentive, caressing you and moving your body into position without force. Even the way he kissed you was quick to change, from dominating your mouth to a more tender sweetness. You didn’t ever want it to end, but you allowed it when he pulled away, gazing up into his piercing crimson gaze as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I want to see that pretty face when you cum.” The growl against your lips was teetering on threatening, as if he were warning you to not even think about turning away or hiding your face in his shoulder. “I want to see how good my cock makes you feel, baby. So cum all over it like a good girl.” As he began to sink his cock into you slowly, you couldn’t control your reactions to it, Your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as he bottomed out inside you, even biting down onto your bottom lip as you whined.

“Yes, Katsuki--” Your voice hitched as he began to thrust into you again, his cock reaching even deeper inside you that it had been before. “--Please watch my face… See how happy you make me!”

“That’s right, you slut. That’s because you belong to me, don’t you? You’d do anything for me.” As he fucked you, he relied on your grip on him to keep you up, both of his hands moving to grip your hips again. As the pleasure began to boil, you dug your nails into his back, your voice spiking as he became rougher with the added pain.

“Yes! Yes, anything! I’ll be your little slut forever, Katsuki! Just please don’t stop!” It was impossible to tear your eyes away from his even if you wanted to, but it was more than just the fact that they were intoxicating. He may have wanted to watch your face for the visual expressions of pleasure, but he didn’t realize that his demand to keep your eyes on him gave away more than he probably had expected to. There was no anger or frustration that you had seen before. Instead, he seemed absolutely overwhelmed with the pleasure himself, just as you were, and the flushing of his cheeks paired with his upwards furrowed brow gave him almost a… desperate look. Like he was pushing himself to make sure he was fucking you as well as he possibly could.

Was he feeling some self-consciousness about all of this, too? Or regret for pushing you to this, unwillingly at first? You didn’t know, and you knew in the end he wouldn’t tell you if you asked.

“Fucking hell, babygirl, your pussy is so fucking tight,” Bakugou pressed his forehead against yours again, wrapping his arms back around your waist to hold you closer, both to the edge of the armrest and his body. “You’re the best fuck I’ve had in months. I hope you’re ready for my cum all over that pretty face--”

“No!” You moved your arms to wrap around his neck instead, one hand pressing against the back of his head with fingers tangled in his hair. “Come inside me! Please, Katsuki, I want you to fill me up! It’s okay--” Your voice cracked with a cry of pleasure, your encouragement pushing him to fuck you harder and deeper.

“Then cum for me, bitch. Cum all over my cock.”

With that command, you couldn’t hold the coil still any longer. It shattered with his movements inside you, each rough hit of his tip against your cervix only prolonging your orgasm and sending wave after wave of harsh pleasure through your body. Trembling, you squeezed onto him tightly, clutching a fist full of his hair and kissing him roughly, moaning and sighing softly into the kiss as he didn’t give you a moment to breathe. Within moments after your climax, his thrusts became slower and erratic, before he was finally able to release.

Groaning and cursing against your lips, Bakugou kept his gaze locked with yours, not giving you any room to move or pull back as he came inside you. How hot it was coating your walls made you shiver, squeezing his hips with your thighs and pulling yourself in closer. It was an incredible high, and as you both came down from it together, you both loosened your grip on each other.

For a moment, you stayed connected, your head on his shoulder with your forehead pressed against his neck, able to feel his pulse against your skin and his chest heaving against yours. Had all of this really just happened? You were pressed up against your crush, his arms wrapped around you with one large hand stroking up and down your back softly. It was so strange compared to his aggressive demeanor just moments before. You knew that it should have made you happy, but instead, all it did was confuse you, and you felt a new wave of tears rush down your flushed cheeks.

Able to feel your tears run down his chest, Bakugou gave a click of his tongue, prying you off him with little pressure. In the same moment, he slipped his semi flaccid dick from within your still aching cunt, pulling his boxers back into place to cover himself. “Fucking crying again? Seriously?”

Steadying yourself on the armrest with your hands, you kept your gaze downcast, squeezing your legs together as you could feel his cum beginning to leak out. “I’m sorry, Bakugou, I just--”

“--Katsuki!”

His loud correction made you jump, looking up at his face in shock as he glowered down at you. His cheeks were still flushed red, but you were unsure if it was from the exertion of what you had just done or from something else. Reaching over, Bakugou wiped your cheeks roughly with his thumbs, before giving you a bump to the bottom of your chin, as if telling you to cheer up. “I already fucking told you, psycho fan. Katsuki.”

“Right. I… should I leave now?”

Unsure of what to do with yourself, you stared up at Bakugou expectantly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. With another click of his tongue, Bakugou bent over and snatched the forgotten drum stick up off the floor, taking a few steps away towards the vanity that was neatly organized with what you assumed he wore during a performance. Picking up what looked like a marker, Bakugou wrote something on the thick end of the drumstick, before presenting it to you. “Here.”

Feeling your throat begin to close up as nerves began to take hold of you, it took you a moment to even find the courage to look at the stick, scared of what he might have written on it. Of course, it was probably just his autograph, which he had promised you at the beginning of all this. There wasn’t much time to look at it, though, before Bakugou huffed, shoving it against your chest and forcing you to grab it. “Take the damn thing!”

Body still feeling quite weak, you squeaked as you fell backwards onto the couch from his push, clutching the drumstick tightly. You could see the tips of Bakugou’s ears flush as he scoffed, pointing towards the door that led out into the hallway. It was… cute.

“Will you get out! Fuck, you’ve wasted enough of my time for now, go back to your friends!”

For now…?

Sitting up, you took a moment to fix your hair and wipe your face again, using the edge of your shirt to help you. “Do I look clean enough?”

“You look just as fucking hot as you did when I first walked in. Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.” Walking over towards his pile of laundry, Bakugou picked up the shirt he had caught you with, tossing it at you and hitting you in the face. “And take that shit with you! You like it so much; you can have it.”

Clutching both of your new prized possessions close to your chest, you hopped up like an excited child, smiling wide and squealing as you hopped towards the door. “Aahh, thank you, Katsuki! Thank you! I’m… sorry again for intruding…”

“Yeah, and I’m sorry for the welts on your ass. Now fuck off!” Bakugou barked again, trying to rush you out for whatever reason. Stepping outside, you couldn’t help but take a moment to lean back against the wall when the door shut, breathing heavily and blushing fiercely. In truth, you weren’t sure what to make of that entire endeavor, thrown into a confusing mix of shame, embarrassment, arousal, and longing. You shouldn’t have done that, and yet, you just didn’t want to leave his side.

“Got a little lost, didn’t ya, babe?”

The squeal that left your lips was quickly doused by the t-shirt in your hand, jumping and nearly slamming yourself back against the wall in shock of the unexpected voice. Standing across the hall was Kirishima, whose presence you were surprised you didn’t notice immediately. The mischievous smirk on his lips quickly widened into a pleasant grin, uncrossing his arms and pushing himself off the wall to stand up straight. Had he been waiting for you to come out?

“You skipped the bathroom, you know! It’s down that way. I decided to come look for you before we were forced to call security guards, but I guess Bakugou found you first.”

“A-ah, sorry! I… saw him go in his room and I just wanted an autograph.” Holding your treasures close to your chest, your stomach rolled nervously as Kirishima leaned in closer, his eyes locked on the visible part of the drumstick.

“Aahh, I get it! Bakugou can be kind of a jerk, I’m surprised! But uh… if you want to convince anyone else that you were just getting an autograph, you should really go to the bathroom. I’m sure Bakugou didn’t give you a mirror, but you look like you had a real good time.” You could hear the tone in his voice lower from friendly to flirtatious, and you quickly tried to fix your hair.

“H-he told me I looked fine!”

“To him you probably do. May I?” Still grinning with a friendly disposition, you glanced at both of Kirishima’s hands as he held them up in an offering of help, before nodding timidly. He began to run his rough fingers through your hair, fixing it back into a state of normalcy with a tender touch that was so opposite to what you had just experienced with Bakugou. “You’re cute. I can see why he was so into you right away.”

“That isn’t… normal for him?” Your eyes glanced over Kirishima’s exposed muscular arms and sides, the deep cut in the arms of his tank showing all the way to his hips. You thought you saw his smile turn sly out of the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t be sure.

“Nah sweetheart. Bakugou might be a lot of things, but he doesn’t go for random chicks.” Seemingly satisfied, Kirishima also used his thumbs to wipe your cheeks and under your eyes. “Such a messy thing.”

“Thank you, Kirishima… I’m… I’m really sorry for causing you trouble.” Your heartbeat grew heavier as the redhead in front of you didn’t step back, towering over you just as the blonde had. “I’ll go to the restroom and then... Back to the group.”

With a chuckle, Kirishima nodded, tapping the end of the drumstick a few times. “You do that! I’ll meet you back there, just going to have a few words with our drummer. Careful with this stuff, yeah? Someone might just try to take it.”

“I will…”

“Go on, then, scoot.” With a nudge, you were pushed forward down the hall gently, only taking a moment to look back at the pleasant smiling man behind you. He was so different from Bakugou and yet they were the closest friends in the band. You knew that Bakugou was going to tell him everything, and you could only hope that it was going to end up a positive conversation. You hated the thought of Kirishima spending the rest of the VIP visit looking at you in disgust, or even the possibility of him putting you down in front of everyone.

Flustered, you scurried down the hall into the bathroom, slipping into a stall. After pushing down what was left of your hoes and your drenched thong, you plopped to sit, relieving yourself as you held the t-shirt and drumstick close to your chest. Though, it dawned on you that you hadn’t even looked at what Bakugou had written on the stick, so growing curious, you held it with both hands and spun it slowly to look over every inch. The ridges, dents, and splints in the wood were marks of every beat Bakugou had played, a solid crack down the middle representing just how powerful he was.

In truth, you felt like that drumstick. You were always a splintered person, emotionally broken and splintered off from the world. And yet, Bakugou had touched you with his passion. But did that mean that you were truly broken now? Could you ever be used again by any other person, or would you snap into pieces the instant your heart tried to find its beat again?

Eyes tearing up, you tried to blink them away, carefully running your finger along the crack until it met with a smudge of black writing. Unlike what you expected, there was no autograph. Instead, the words “Call Me” were scribbled in the black ink, along with a series of numbers.

Is that… his cell phone number?! It’s different from what I had found… Those must have been fakes.

Reaching down into your boot, you pulled out your phone, having placed it there for safe keeping, though you were surprised it stayed in place the entire time in Bakugou’s room. Without an ounce of hesitation, you created his contact and started a message, sending it so quickly you didn’t even consider the consequences, though his words did ring in your ear loud enough to make you think he was right beside you.

“Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.”

He said to call him, but… texting is the same, right?

Me 10:45 pm: Katsuki?

Bakugou 10:47 pm: hey babygirl. ever been to an after party?

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handmaid - 09

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, mentions of violence

A/N: hope you enjoy this chapter xxx

NEXT CHAPTER

- It’s about Mr. Williams.

Sebastian’s face creased up, the lines that were rather faint in his skin becoming more prominent as his cerulean eyes lowered to look at the Y/N who was starting to curl up like a silkworm. That was the least of names he wanted to hear, specially the least of names he wanted to hear coming from her lips. The name itself seemed to taint her lips and it didn’t take long for Y/N to realise the atmosphere had shifted into uncharted territory. Sebastian wouldn’t hurt her, right? He had never given her any excuses for her to believe he would hurt her, however the dislike for Mr. Williams was certainly present.

- What about Mr. Williams, Y/N? - he spoke in a low tenor, menacing enough to make her feel short.

- I was just speaking with Gwen ... - Y/N was lying through her teeth, hoping Sebastian wouldn’t ask a lot of questions if she added the heiress’ name to the narrative. He, however, didn’t seem to lower down his defence stance. - You’re not gonna dispose of him, are you?

- I don’t think I owe you any explanation about my business. Know your place, Y/N. - the words made her heart clench as the once rather warm and comfortable environment seemed to freeze, and Y/N was no longer comfortable. Why would she ask him about his business? Yet, on the other hand why shouldn’t she? She was one of his employees too.

Y/N’s glance migrated away from him to look at her own hands which were gripping the railings of the balcony. It hadn’t been hard for her notice that he didn’t really like people messing into his business, however, she wasn’t expecting to having been shot down this quickly. It wasn’t like Y/N was a big fan of Thompson Williams, she was just paying him a favour, after all everyone is worth a second shot and he looked scared enough and worried to deserve one. With a shaky breathe, she returned to look at him, observing that the tenseness had not left his face, however it looked like a facade, almost like a mask and she wondered what he hid behind it.

Without speaking another word, frightful for more hurtful words coming from him, she turned around, feet moving to point towards the door which she walked to, opening it and leaving Sebastian’s suite. So much for the favour mentioned by the sleazy man. Why would he hold any favour towards her when she was a bright reminder that he was fated towards a marriage he didn’t pick?

Almost like snapped of a daze, Sebastian blinked quite a few times, lingering on the place she had been on before he took off to the hall expecting her not to be fast enough to have already returned to her bedroom. Much to his dismay, the halls of the hotel were empty with only sounds of soft snoring coming from the other bedrooms.

- Fuck. - he sighed, kicking one of the wall heaters in frustration.

- Sir. - one of the bodyguards made himself known. - Is everything alright, sir?

- Yes, Elias. - Sebastian had made particularly important to have trusted bodyguards following Y/N and Gwen around, however, Elias was specially responsible by keeping an eye on Y/N. - Make sure Miss Y/N is alright.

The morning came quickly and like a wound, his words were rather sore on her mind and running wild as she sat down on the hotel’s restaurant to have a lavish restaurant with Gwen. Despite the beautiful refined pastries, cakes, and teas being constantly put in front of her, she was much too lost in her thoughts and regrets over even mentioning Williams’ name in front of Sebastian.

Another employee set a basket of bread in front of the two girls along with endless glasses of various brightly coloured juices which smelled like they were freshly squeezed fruit juice. The breakfast however went by in seconds, maybe due to Y/N’s relentlessness to overthink every single little thing she had done wrong or maybe due to the fact that regarding the nice climate, Gwen was interested in rushing through breakfast and head out to the pool. In all honesty, a nice day by the pool did sound nice, as long as she were able to read whatever she wanted with no one bothering her.

It wasn’t like Gwen was gonna go do sight seeing which meant Y/N had to do with what she was given and a peaceful day by the pool sounded well enough. They were taken by the bodyguards to the pool and set off shop in the white and bamboo lounge with a VIP sign glued to. Y/N took place in the shadiest place, opening her book, set it on top of her legs and put her earbuds in, getting lost in instrumental soundtracks and beautifully written novels.

Sebastian woke up much later than the two women, picking his phone to check if there were any business news and much to his dismay, there were several things he’d had to go over. Before returning to his work, he decided to go check on Gwen, mostly because he was certain Y/N was most likely by his fianceé’s side. And by her side she was, as he stepped onto the pool courtyard he found the very innocent and naíve Y/N scantily clad in a bright red swimsuit in Baywatch fashion. Suddenly, his pants felt tighter and his mind was screaming at him not to look at the handmaid when his future wife was even more scantily dressed than her.

Y/N noticed his presence, pushing her red rimmed sunglasses down a bit to the bridge of her nose to look at him before pushing them back up and raising her book her. She was definitely upset at him and he couldn’t apologise for his behaviour in front of Gwen.

Sebastian grabbed his phone from his back pocket, dialling a very familiar number before turning his back on the two girls.

- I’m gonna need a favour. - he mumbled as he walked away to return to his business.

- Y/N! - Gwen poked her handmaid’s arm, making her take her earbuds off and eventually ending her peaceful moment. - Look at those guys, they’re are totally checking us out.

Y/N rolled her eyes, rotating her head ever to slightly look at the men on the other side on the pool. They looked exactly like the same type of guys she had gone to university with and none of them held a candle to Sebastian. Wait. Why was she comparing them to Sebastian? Of course they looked nothing like the mob boss, they weren’t being apparently closed off about their flirting, were significantly younger and ... well ... they did not look like him. But he was engaged and it was clear he was probably still mad at her. Despite that, Y/N was still not in the mood to play wing woman to Gwen.

- They are definitely staring at you, Gwen.

- Aw, what’s that? Are you saving yourself for someone else or something?

- I’m just not in the mood. - she sighed. - Besides, they’re just looking for a passing fancy.

- A forever romantic, aren’t you? C’mon, is there someone I should know about?

- I don’t think anyone is interested in me like that, Gwen.

- C’mon! Don’t you have someone whose touch lingers a little bit after they’ve done so? - yes. God yes, but that someone whose touch lingered around every time they happened. - If you don’t then there’s some guys clearly interested in talking to us.

- You can go, Gweny. You clearly want to go. - Sebastian had left a long time ago, hence why Y/N was rallying her up to do so. Yet, mostly so she could leave her alone which after a while she did, walking up in heels to the group of boys who fanned over her like if she were the impersonation of Venus. After a while of being in the shade reading Dangerous Liasons, Y/N decided to return to her room knowing Gwen was about to retire from the pool herself with one of the boys.

Tired, she put a light and soft white coat on and grabbed her bag before heading to the stairs and onto the lift with Elias constantly on her tail. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to security but ever since Sebastian assigned her own bodyguard to follow her around, it just felt odd. However, thankfully, she only had one compared to the crowd of six that followed Gwen around.

The lift ride seemed endless when you’re tired but in less than two minutes she was back on her floor and on her bedroom. Throwing her bag onto the bed, she removed the coat and sat down on her duvet, eyes scanning her bedroom until she noticed a black velvety box standing in her dresser.

- Elias?- she called out and immediately the man had his head popped into the slight opening of her door. - What is that box?

- It was left there by the staff. - he shrugged and returned to his position of waiting outside her door.

Curiously, Y/N paced to her dresser, looking at the box as if it were an explosive device before her hands brushed against the velvety material of the box. She didn’t know what it was but whatever it was, it was well packaged in a very expensive looking box. Suspiciously, she opened the box where a note in beige coloured paper was standing on top of a velvet bag. She took the paper in her hands, turning it around to see a rushed yet somehow pleasing handwriting. I’m sorry. S.S. x

Sebastian. Her tummy filled with butterflies as she felt the heat creep onto her cheeks. Placing the card on the table, she grabbed the velvet bag which was slightly heavier than expected and once she opened it to check the contents of it, she couldn’t help but smile at what she saw. It was exactly the same as she remembered, in the same beautiful pure white colour with golden accents. She opened the top of the music box and out came the melody she knew too well accompanied with the crystal ballerina and the Paris landscape.

Without much of a thought, she rushed out of her door and to the front of Sebastian’s suite door, knocking on it rather forcefully.

- Miss Y/N, Mr. Stan isn’t taking any visits right now. - one of his bodyguards rather rudely spoke down to her.

- I’m sorry, I just really need to speak with him. - she held the music box close to her chest. - Please.

- I’m afraid you didn’t hear me correctly. - his hand wrapped around her wrist, pushing her away from the door and into the middle of the hall. - No visits now.

- Could you please let him know that I want to speak with him. Please.

- Listen, Miss Y/N, I see you’re used to experience the same type of privilege as Miss Forrest but you’re an employee and as an employee you schedule appointments and behave like an employee. Are we understood?

- Yes. - she looked down, shifting her weight from side to side.

- Unhand Miss Y/N this second. - the colour from his face drained as his hand lost its grip on her wrist. She looked up to see a very unhappy Sebastian with his arms crossed across his chest and, like a shy child, tip toed over behind him as he condemned the bodyguard. - You are not to touch Miss Y/N without her permission or I’ll cut your fucking hands off. Do you hear me?

- Yes, sir. - Y/N was fascinated by how he didn’t need to scream and how he just kept a grip over power unseen to her. Before she could even process what had just happened, Sebastian placed his hand on the small of her back to lead her back to his suite before closing the door behind them.

- You should’ve called out for me when you knocked. - his gaze lowered to the music box in her hands. - I see you’ve got my gift. I’m so sorry for the way I treated you last night.

- This is the most thoughtful thing someone has ever done for me. I can’t believe you remembered. - her fingers traced the pattern on the music box, smiling mindlessly. - Thank you so much, Sebastian. I don’t know ... I don’t even know how to repay the favour.

- It’s a gift, angel. You really should stop trying to repay gifts. - his hand grazed over her forearm. The lingering touch, there is was, and she couldn’t help but stare into his cerulean eyes. - I wasn’t in my best behaviour last night and I wanted to apologise.

Y/N softly smiled, all the worries from last night fading away as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug which took him by surprise. She had put her music box by the side and Sebastian stood there not entirely sure what to do with himself, all he knew is that it felt good to have her in his arms in a way like nothing else ever felt. The hug seemed too short as both of them pulled away, staring into each other’s eyes until the magnetism just became too much for any of them to handle and as if she were bewitched she leaned forward, connecting her lips to his in what felt like the blooming of various emotions she was yet to experience.

It’s really something.

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strange-lace · 3 years

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Concert State of Consciousness

IT’S FINALLY DONE! I HAVE NOW MADE A FANFIC FOR THIS ROLESWAP AU! I didn’t expect this damn thing to get this long but here I am, once again! Kind of happy with how everyone’s characterized, though Demon Kid ended up a bit more sinister than I intended. I definitely had fun writing the dynamic between Mei and Green though.

Hope y’all like it!

To say the city was abuzz with excitement would be an understatement.

For the past couple of months, the name DJ Horns has been spoken with increasing interest as his music suddenly began to be played on the radio constantly. And most people wouldn’t deny that it was good, electronic yet incredibly varied depending on the song. But what interested people the most about the musician was how mysterious he was, active on social media and yet nobody knew his face and only the barest of personal details. Even his voice was a matter of debate with him using a voice synthesizer even when talking normally on his social media.

It was the perfect storm to allow DJ Horns fanbase to start from nothing to practically explode over time.

And the same musician had just announced that he would be doing a live concert right at the heart of the city, even playing “secret tracks” that he had yet to let anyone hear until now.

People were practically fighting to get themselves tickets, Mei herself included that chaos. She had been swept up in the excitement of DJ horns since the very beginning and was willing to do whatever she had to get tickets for her and Green to that concert.

Leading her to the unfortunate situation she was in now. Kicked out of the ticket venue and by the time the ban would be lifted, she knew all the concert tickets would be sold out. Oh and Green had to bail her out from getting in trouble with the security guys.

“I don’t get what the big deal was, everyone was fighting dirty to get first pick at those tickets!” Even with his shades, she could tell that Green was rolling his eyes at her.

“Oh gee, I don’t know Mei. Maybe it’s because you nearly tore a guy’s hair out!”

“That’s what he gets for trying to say I was only a fan to get the attention of other guys! Now I’m gonna miss the concert of a lifetime,” Mei groaned, a pout on her lips. Green’s scowl of disappointment softened as they walked into Pigsy’s Noodles, starting to feel bad. It’s not like the guy wasn’t being a jerk after all.

“I suppose I could see about pulling some strings to get us some decent seats, if it means that much-” He was cut off by a crushing hug from Mei, who easily lifted Green off of his feet and began to twirl them both around in sheer jubilation.

“You’d do that for me?! Thank you so much Green, you’re the absolute best!”

“Yes, yes, your appreciation is very evident now please put me down before you crush my rib cage,” he wheezed, letting in a deep gulp of air once he was freed. Mei appeared sheepish at the unintentional show of strength. “As I was saying, there’s probably a couple scalpers I could cough two tickets out of without much trouble.”

“I still question how you have the money to just do stuff like that casually, make hundreds of gadgets, and build our secret base.”

“You have your mysterious ways and I have mine Mei.” Before Mei could question further, Pigsy voice interrupted them both, looking a fair bit of a mess.

“There you are kid, we got a mountain of orders for you to deliver! Oh, and this came for you and Green in mail while you were gone, no return address though weirdly enough,” he said, shoving a load of noodle orders in Mei’s arms alongside two unmarked envelopes: one orange and the other green. The sound of something crashing in the kitchen tore Pigsy’s attention away, causing him to let out a string of curses as he went back into what sounded like chaos.

Green took the envelopes off Mei’s hands while she struggled with balancing all the orders in her arms, studying them with interest. Upon closer inspection, each envelope simply had “To My Heroes” scrawled on the front in elegant writing and sealed with a black wax seal on the back. He found himself impressed at all the sheer amount of effort put in.

“Fancy,” he commented before gently opening the green envelope. His eyes widened at what he found inside. “Looks like I won’t need to pay any scalpers for tickets.”

“Wait what do you mean? Gimme that!” Mei said, putting the orders down on the table to snatch the orange envelope and tear into it with desperate ferocity. There were practically stars once she took in what was inside: front row tickets to the DJ Horns concert and even VIP passes.

The windows of the restaurant rattled the slightest bit as the sheer force of her screams of joy.

Green didn’t even flinch as his ears were assaulted, used to this level of volume, while unfortunate bystanders winced in pain or jumped in surprise. He found a handwritten behind the ticket in his own envelope and curiosity getting the better of him, began to read it.

“As a token of thanks for always keeping this city safe, here’s free front row tickets on me! Can’t wait to see you both tonight in front of the crowd! ♡♡♡

- DJ Horns”

“How… suspiciously generous of him,” Green drawled, an eyebrow raised at such a note.

“What’s suspicious about it? We do save the city a lot and somebody’s just showing their appreciation for it! I see no problem with it,” Mei argued, pausing in her celebrations, which involved her doing a handstand on one of the stools and didn’t even seem bothered holding the position.

“Mei, this implies that he hand delivered these here without anybody noticing. Why go through all that effort to be sneaky?” It just didn’t sit right in the pit of his stomach, something smelled rotten about this to him.

“Because he’s a mega famous celebrity, he’s probably worried that making a big deal out of us giving these could make people upset or something.” It made sense to Mei, who wouldn’t free tickets from their favorite music artist and be upset that someone else was given that opportunity? She did a small flip from the stool to land next to Green, wrapping her arm around his shoulders until they were close enough that their cheeks were squished together. Despite the closeness, Green looked more uncomfortable about being tugged down to Mei’s height than anything else. That and how blinding her smile was.

“C’mon Green, I get the skepticism but it’s just a concert. One night where we can be normal teens enjoying the fruits of our labor in protecting this place, what’s so bad about that? Plus, it’ll be fun! So how about it?” Mei said, almost sounding desperate. Green remained silent for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh, only giving her a tired smile as he returned the one armed hug.

“Oh alright, you win. I suppose a break sounds nice right about now considering how things went with Demon Kid last time. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?” He conceded, willing to let his suspicion aside for a night of just not having to worry about anything but having a good time and enjoying music. Especially after yesterday, Green was still amazed that the demon managed to make something like perfume into a weapon of mass annoyance.

“That’s the spirit! This is gonna be the night of our lives!”

At least that’s what she thought, until her trinkets were literally snatched out of her hands.

“After you finish your deliveries for the night kid,” Pigsy interrupted, looking a lot more put together now that whatever disaster that had been happening in the kitchen was under control. Excluding the number of stains on his apron that weren’t there before of course. It took Mei a moment to process that her precious tickets weren’t in her hands and she was quick to bring out the puppy dog eyes.

“But- but Pigsy-” Pigsy showed no sign of giving in, having years to build a resistance to all of Mei’s tricks.

“I’m sorry Mei, but we’re way too swamped to let you run off with no one to do all these deliveries. Once you have all the deliveries done, you can have these back. But only after, so you better get started,” he stated, leaving no room for argument. And even if Mei tried, the smell of something burning had Pigsy back in the kitchen just like that with even more fervent curses, this time with her tickets tucked into the pockets of his apron.

Mei let out a groan and smacked her forehead against the countertop in despair. Green merely patted her back in sympathy to her plight.

“There’s no way I’m gonna make all those deliveries and not miss like half of the concert! Unless…”

Oh no, he recognized that look in her eyes anywhere.

“Mei, no. I know exactly what you’re thinking and I’m telling you right now, no. No music is worth facing Pigsy’s wrath if he finds out you skipped out on work for a concert. Which is what exactly will happen, he always finds out,” Green warned her, even taking off his sunglasses to look her dead in the eyes to get his point across. Mei winced at that, remembering what had happened last time she tried to skimp on work.

The power of Pigsy’s “I’m not mad, just disappointed” is something even DBK should fear.

“Look, I’ll record whatever you miss if I don’t see you by the time it starts. Might not be the same but it’s better than nothing.” That offer seemed to perk Mei up from her bout of disappointment, hopeful eyes peeking through her thick hair bangs.

“Promise?”

“I promise. But if you don’t want to miss the whole thing, you’d better do what Pigsy says and get started on the deliveries. Especially since I think that pile has grown since we got here,” Green said, pointing to the small mountain of orders which indeed had gotten bigger since passed off to her. This time, he was more prepared for the bone crushing embrace which came his way and thankfully had his arms free enough to return it.

“Thanks Green, you’re the best! Hopefully I’ll see you there before it all starts!” And just like that, Mei was off like a whirlwind with all the noodle orders in her arms. She excitedly loaded them into the shop’s delivery cart and drove off with a strong stomp in the gas pedal, the cart’s tires squealing in distress before driving off.

With a weary sigh, Green took his leave as well though he couldn’t stop looking at the ticket and note in his hands.

Even with Mei’s assurances, something about the situation still did not sit right with him.

“For once, please let me be wrong,” Green whispered to himself, not noticing a suspiciously familiar monkey-shaped marionette creature eagerly watching him from the rooftops above. On the other side of the puppet’s eyes, her creator couldn’t help the manic grin off of his face as the pieces started to fall into place for his plan.

Green had to admit that he was expecting this many people packed into the area when he rolled up to the concert gates on his motorcycle, Mei still nowhere in sight. Though he certainly made sure to update him on how the deliveries were going.

A familiar ding sound on his phone made him pause, giving an exasperated smile at seeing another text from Mei.

“WHY ARE SO MANY PEOPLE ORDERING NOODLES TONIGHT??? got done w 3/4 of the orders, if i hurry i should be there before opening act’s done. if anybody tries to steal my seat, i give you permission to use lethal force. don’t let me down! <3”

“Maybe if you didn’t send me so many texts, you’d be getting the deliveries done faster Mei,” Green mumbled to himself fondly as he climbed off his bike, blissfully unaware of the stares being sent his way. As usual, his hair was a mess of black and pale green spikes as he pulled off his helmet and he let out a soft huff, attempting to put order to the mane that was his hair as he made his way inside.

Green let out a low whistle, impressed as he walked further in to discover the place was decorated head to toe with fluorescent neon lights, state of the art music equipment, and a giant disco ball hanging from the ceiling which added another layer of glitz. It was almost disorientating, the onslaught of neon colors, lights, and music from all sides but in a way that was also exhilarating. The harsh glow of red, orange, and purple was a bit much for Green but at the same time it filled him with a sense of giddiness that made him begin to understand Mei’s desperation to be here.

His heart did a slight leap of excitement once he found his seat. It was one thing to read he had a front row seat and another thing entirely to see how close he was to the stage. And a completely separate thing to see a note on the seat, scrawled with a familiar extravagant writing which welcomed him and Mei with hopes that they would enjoy the show.

All too soon, all the lights went out and Green could feel his breath pause before they returned with full force alongside familiar music which seemed to make the entire room pulsate with its vibrations. Multiple spotlights shined on the stage and the crowd went wild with cheering as DJ Horns finally showed, looking just as bombastic as his set up.

He wore an ornate metallic helmet decorated with large horns that protruded from the forehead which shined a rainbow of colors under the neon lights. A dark fur lined coat was draped over his shoulders with a matching suit underneath and metal lined gloves on his hands. Overall, he looked like quite a character to Green though there was niggling in the back of his head that this should be someone that he could recognize. The grip on the arms of his seat tightened.

His eyes took in the still empty seat to his right and he began to gnaw his lip in worry.

“Where are you Mei?” Green asked himself before the synthesized voice of DJ Horns interrupted his thoughts.

“What is up everybody? You all ready for the show of a lifetime?!” A loud cacophonous roar of cheers answered him, which he soaked in without a hint of shame in his posture. “That’s what I like to hear! And we have some very special guests tonight right in the front row, the Monkie Kid herself and her partner, the Green Dragon!”

Green couldn’t help the flinch when a spotlight suddenly shined down on him, leaving him feeling exposed to hundreds upon thousands of eyes which zeroed in on him the vacant seat next to him. Yet he still forced on a smile which was more teeth than anything else, not quite appreciating being put on the spot like this. The musician’s shoulders seemed to tense in disappointment once he also noticed being down one of his special guests, yet he was quick to shake it off.

“Seems it’s more like one special guest, but no matter! We’re still going to make this a night that the city itself won’t ever forget! The first and unfortunately, only, live concert by the one and only DJ Horns!” He was met with gasps of surprise and even a couple cries of despair at this bombshell. “I know, I know! But there’s a reason for this, my dear fans. Because after tonight, you’ll all know the man behind the mask and I’m sure you’ve all been dying to know who it is. Am right?!” DJ Horns teased, hands reaching for his helmet.

The manic energy of the entire building seemed to escalate to almost out of control levels at that announcement, people scrambling for their phones to get the chance of capturing his face before anyone else. Green would have been among them if that uneasy feeling hadn’t begun to grow into full on paranoia, as if his very being could sense that the other shoe was about to drop. He was so tense that Green felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong,” he chanted to himself, his grip tightening to an unbearable degree as DJ Horns finally pulled off his helmet.

Unfortunately for him and everyone else, he wasn’t wrong.

His heart practically stopped as his eyes were welcomed by an unfortunately familiar face: spiked brown hair held up by a golden circlet styled like horns, dark eyes framed in orange and red pigment, and a fanged grin that promised nothing but trouble.

Demon Kid.

And his grin only became larger once he took in the shocked silence, particularly Green’s horror ridden face. He looked extremely pleased with himself as he took advantage of everyone struggling to process what was going on to prepare for the final phase of his plan.

And would it be a sweet victory for him.

“Oh, I’m going to treasure that look on your face for the rest of my life, Dragon Boy. It’s certainly a shame that the Noodle Girl couldn’t join in on the party but, eh, she’ll come eventually.” Green had finally overcome his horror, sword in his hands and making a mad dash towards Demon Kid on the stage. Yet the demon remained unaffected as he put on the finishing touches. “Because by the time I’m done, everyone in this whole city will be dancing for my king like my puppets. Starting with all you!”

And with that, Demon Kid put the volume at max and blasted the entire building with his music. The sheer force of the sound sent Green flying back, crashing into now abandoned seats as people attempted to escape. However, to their horror, all the doors were locked and barricaded. Leaving them trapped and at the mercy of the music assaulting their ears from all sides and one by one, civilians fell to the floor as they tried their hardest to muffle the noise. Yet as if a sentient force, the melody managed to slither its way in and overwhelmed people’s senses like a tidal wave with one simple but overpowering command.

And that command was to obey.

Green climbed to his feet in a daze, struggling to focus with the sheer volume and the strange whispering that seemed to be coming from nowhere and everywhere. And already Green could feel his mental walls crumbling, he wasn’t going to last long before he succumbed to the strange power.

Mei.

He had to warn Mei.

He scrambled for his phone, barely able to take him the most recent message from Mei stating she was heading back to get her ticket back from Pigsy. Clumsy fingers fumbled to type out a warning and relief flooded his nerves once the message was sent.

And just in time as Green found himself being dogpiled by multiple people, their eyes glowing a hollow and ominous red. He struggled yet the mental strain of fighting to keep control left him weak and vulnerable, sword just out of his reach. Impish chuckling invaded his ears and before he knew it, Demon Kid was right there. And while the demon typically only had a couple inches on Green, now he downright loomed over him and radiating smugness.

“Still fighting huh Dragon Boy? Almost impressive! But there’s no point in fighting anymore, the spell will wear you down one way or another. So save your energy, you’ll need it when you and Noodle Girl help me conquer this city in the name of my king. It’ll be awesome, just you wait!” The childlike giddiness would almost be endearing if Green wasn’t fighting a mental battle that he had no chance in winning, not against this kind of magic.

“Mei’ll stop you, she always does,” he grit out, eyes already taking on a faint red glow.

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure of that, after all I’d like to see her fight against her best friend when he’s under my control. But that’s not for you to worry about. Now, give in Dragon Boy,” Demon Kid commanded and like that, Green found himself being pulled under into a strange haze, only able to think of obeying the commands of his puppetmaster. The demon couldn’t help the joyous laugh as he watched Green’s eyes become red much like the rest of his little army.

Mei had been driving like a madwoman towards the concert the moment she read Green’s text.

“it’s demon kid using spell to hypnotize people don’t have time can already feel control slipping need to destroy his set up and stop the music before he gets city”

“I swear if he’s hurt Green, I will make him wish he stuck with making music,” she hissed to herself before letting out a growl at another red light slowing her down. “To hell with this.” Mei summoned the staff, slamming one end against the street and keeping a tight grip as the staff extended, sending her and the cart sailing above the streets below.

Mei barely flinched at the rough landing in front of the building, only feeling a flash of guilt at the state of the cart. She could pay Pigsy back for the damages later. Staff held tight in her grip and headphones on to buy herself time, Mei was ready for anything. And upon taking notice that all the doors appeared to be either locked or blocked, she did the next best thing to get inside.

Pole vault and smash her way through a window, miraculously not cutting herself on the glass.

She tumbled forward upon landing and took in the scene before her.

Her headphones certainly didn’t stop her from feeling the bass practically rock the foundation of the place yet what Mei found more worrisome were the people. Instead of rushing to attack her, they were all dancing to the beat of the song and looked almost perfectly normal. Except they were all too in sync and choreographed, as if Mei found herself in a music video than anything else. A shiver traveled down her spine as they all seemed to be watching her yet gave her a wide berth to catch sight of the stage.

Her blood boiled at the sight of Demon Kid, perched at his station but wiggling about showing he was barely able to sit still in anticipation.

“There you are, you had me waiting forever for you to get here!” He exclaimed, almost happy to see Mei before he caught himself and schooled his expression back to a businesslike indifference. “Not that it matters, you’ll be joining the Dragon Boy soon enough and we can start taking over this city!”

“Not while I have these headphones on, asshole!” Mei screamed over the music before rushing towards the stage, ready to smash Demon Kid’s equipment to pieces. It was only out of a vague sense of danger which flared in the back of her head and dodging at the right time that she managed to evade being skewered in the side by a sword.

The sight of Green, eyes lifeless red and moving around as if a stiff marionette being led around on strings, was definitely one that Mei was going to see in her nightmares for who knows how long.

Leaping to dodge another swipe of Green’s sword, Demon Kid’s cackle seemed to echo in sync with the music.

“Well then we’ll just have to rip those headphones off your pretty head ourselves! Minions, if you please!” Following the demon’s command, the hypnotized civilians stopped their dancing and attacked.

And Mei soon found herself swarmed and being attacked on all sides. It soon became more of a deadly game of tag, keeping herself out of the reach of her countless pursuers and evading Green’s relentless attacks. She was running out of time and space, she needed to think of a plan.

Fast.

Her eyes soon caught sight of the stage lighting above Demon Kid’s set and it was as if a lightbulb went off in her head.

It was risky and she only had one shot.

But Mei was always one for risk.

With a quick change in direction, Mei dashed towards the center of the swarm and just before she was pulled in, she took aim and threw the staff towards the stage lights. She could only be left to hope that she didn’t miss as a hand grabbed her ankle, only to be face to face with Green. His blank face now alight with a victorious grin before they were left tumbling along the floor in a desperate bid to grab one another.

Mei grunted as she found herself pinned down by Green, the neon lights causing his sword to gleam with menace as he held the tip to her throat. His other hand ripped off her headphones without mercy and her own ears were overwhelmed by the music.

“C’mon staff, don’t let me down,” she said, doing her best to fight as the spell soon attempted to creep its way in her head too.

“Well done, my dear puppet,” Demon Kid congratulated Green, pride practically emanating from his being. “Any last words, Noodle Girl?” His victory was practically guaranteed now and he couldn’t wait to see the look on his king’s face.

Which only made the demon confused at the sight of Mei’s smirk, her eyes focused upwards.

“Yeah. Might want to look above.”

“What?” Demon Kid did so and his heart stuttered at the sight of the spinning staff pinballing across the walls before colliding with the heavy duty wires which held the stage lights.

And cut through them without ease.

Without any suspension, the stage light rig surrendered to the forces of gravity. Demon Kid hurriedly dived off the stage to save himself, narrowly missed being squished by the rig. Unfortunately, his music equipment was not granted the same luck and was crushed in a shower of sparks, cutting off the music.

Blissful silence took over the area and Mei let out a sigh of relief as the sensation of something prying at her mind vanished like mist. And she couldn’t help a smile as the red vanished from Green’s eyes, signifying the end of Demon Kid’s control on him. He let out a groan, crawling back to consciousness as if waking up from the world’s worst nap, before realizing where he was.

“Mei? What happened? Are you okay?” Green was quick to get off Mei and help her back to her feet. She simply gave him a hug, content to see him safe and sound now. He accepted the hug without complaint, feeling less like he was struggling to gather his ability for free will again after having it ripped away. They were quick to break away as flames licked at their backs and they were faced with Demon Kid, his hair now flames as he took in his now ruined DJ equipment.

The duo took fighting stances, only for the demon to take a deep breath and have his hair to return to normal.

“Well, looks like you both got me beat this time. Here I thought I had it all in the bag but then you pulled that off-the-wall solution out of nowhere! And I admit, it looked cool as hell! I’ll give you two this win, here’s a little something for it,” Demon Kid said before tossing a bundle their way, which Mei caught with a look of caution from Green before they unwrapped it. To their mutual surprise, it was two letterman jackets emblazoned with the DJ Horns logo on the back and sleeves.

Before they could question him on this, Demon Kid gave the two a cheeky week before vanishing in a whirlwind of fire and smoke.

After a moment of stunned silence, Mei wordlessly took one of the jackets and put it on.

“After all that, you’re still willing to wear anything associated with DJ Horns?”

“Hey, this is merch I’ve never seen before and you gotta admit, we’d make this look good.” She even struck a pose to prove her point.

With a resigned groan, Green followed suit by putting on the other jacket and silently agreed that the jackets did make them look pretty good.

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Three Days ~ 97

~*~Sebastian~*~

What I woke up to the next morning was not a good omen. The girls from the Comic Con last weekend had posted the video. One of the girls said, "Oh my god, it’s Sebastian." The phone zoomed in on me as I wandered outside the VIP area then strode toward Emma. It took a couple of seconds for them to see her. I gotta admit for a cell phone through a gap in some curtains they did a good job framing us. We met in the middle just like I remembered. Touching. Kissing. Holding on. If it wasn't such a huge invasion of privacy it would be sweet.

It was the middle of the night in New York. It would be hours before Emma awoke and I’m guessing Olivia will see it first.

I sat at a table with my lunch while scrolling through the comments. Edgar joined me. We were in the unique position of being men in a female-led movie. He leaned closer to see what I was looking at. Edgar took my phone away, "I don't know what the post is, but you should never read the comments."

I took a bite of my salad, "I need to learn that."

Penelope and Jessica joined us. Penelope sat beside me and spoke to Edgar, "What does Seb need to learn?"

I cackled, "The list is long."

Jessica messed up my hair, "Poor baby."

Edgar finally got a chance to answer, "Reading comments on Instagram posts."

"Never a good idea." Penelope shook her head.

Jessica was digging into her food and spoke with her mouth full, "What was the post?"

"Fans posted video of Emma and me."

The three of them grabbed for my phone. Jessica was closest. She scrolled back and hit play. Penelope thought it was sweet. Jessica smiled her agreement.

Edgar laughed, "Yeah, I'd be reading comments too."

I held my hand out toward him, "Thank you."

"What's Emma think?"

I took my phone back from Jess, "Not sure she knows. I didn't see it until this morning and she's not up yet. I texted her to call me. Her little sister is with her. Good chance Olivia sees it first and shows her."

Penelope shrugged, "Part of dating you."

"That’s what she'll say." I shrugged, "I'm the one who doesn't like it."

Jessica, also known as the director, said "How upset are you?"

I shook my head, "Not as much as I expected." I explained how I came to know about the video and confronting the girls.

Edgar snickered, "Bet they shit their pants."

Penelope added, "Not enough to keep them from posting the video."

“True." I pointed at her. "I don't know exactly how I feel about it. I know how I used to feel about shit like this, how I used to react. My relationship with Emma is different."

Hours on set and promo for “The Martian” meant Jessica knew a lot more details about my reactions. She interrupted me, "So maybe you need to do something different this time."

"That's what my mother thinks too." We all laughed again.

"Oh, you can't go against your mama." Edgar grimaced and shook his head, "Never a good. idea."

"I agree with mom and the rest of you. I just don’t know what different is yet. Thought I'd talk to Emma."

"Is that different?"

"Not being passive-aggressive and angry is."

"Gotta start somewhere."

I wish Emma would wake her ass up. I’m not serious. Mostly. I'd like to get to her first, but that’s looking unlikely. I’m guessing they stayed up late laughing while watching movies or obscure videos. The thought makes me smile. A pair of sisters laughing and having fun talking about boys. Part of what makes me smile is how different this is than when she was with her biological sister and family. I figured, at least another two hours before they’re up. Gives me plenty of time to overthink the fuck out of this.

A few hours later I checked my phone. Emma had left me a voice mail. "Hey sweetie, I'm awake. I'm sure you're calling about the video and picture. Olivia is annoyed with the comments. Probably not as much as you. We're spending the day by the pool. Call me when you're free. Love you"

She'd called about an hour ago. I didn't have a lot of time, but enough to see if she's handling this as well as she wants me to think she is. Emma had her hand over her mouth when she answered, "We made cinnamon rolls." Her words were muffled by the bite she'd taken before answering.

Olivia leaned in twisting a cinnamon roll in front of her face, "They're so good, Sebastian." She took an exaggerated bite, "Mmm."

I laughed, "I'm jealous. I can smell them from here."

Emma had finished chewing, "I'll make you some." She smiled at me then looked at Olivia. "You clean up. I'll be back." I could see her heading up the stairs. "How are you managing?"

I shrugged, "I've been busy. More concerned about you."

"I don't like the comments saying you're a shitty boyfriend for hiding me. You're not a shitty boyfriend, but you are shitty at hiding me since there's video and a picture of us, not to mention the brunch one."

Her teasing felt good, kept me from taking it too seriously. "You said there was a picture. I've not seen a picture."

"Do you want me to send?"

I nodded. I watched her concentrate on her phone and touch things. "Sent."

I hope I never stop being amazed by how fast a picture can travel. Oh look, it’s us out sitting on my rock. We're just watching the sunset. Profile only. Clear though. My stomach tightened. I also must have made a face.

"Uh oh, what's going on with that face?"

I was a little surprised by how easily I knew the answer, "I feel out of control. This was a week ago. One thing I knew. One I didn't. They post late at night California time, so it's morning for me and middle of the night for you. I’m at work, you're asleep, so we can't talk. And we're on FaceTime because I’m not there. I would prefer we were together talking about and dealing with this." I took a breath, "Out of control."

"That is a lot. I wish I was there so you'd know I'm ok and I could hold your hand until you are."

My mouth hung open. "You don't feel out of control?"

"Ignorance is bliss." She sang the next words, "I'm a happy idiot. Waving at cars."

"I haven't heard that song in forever."

"There's a lyric for everything." She shrugged, "I have no point of reference. You do."

"Tell me about Pearl Jam fans."

"Family is off-limits on the official message board. Not much more than we exist. Mods reprimand and delete. There are pictures of us with dad at things or on stage. There might be sneakily taken personal stuff out there, but I've not seen it. Every so often dad will go off on audiences. Not always mean, just . .. he has opinions." She laughed.

I bet he did. "Like how?"

Emma thought for a second, "It was a festival. Just dad, not Pearl Jam. He brought us out and introduced us. He said something about having three daughters and the guys in the audience needed to get their shit together and understand no means no. He was terrified by the stories coming out from colleges. His oldest, me, was in college and he pitied anyone who fucked with me cause he'd wish he was in jail when he finished with him."

I pursed my lips, "Suddenly I'm scared of him again."

She shook her head, amused, "Fifty thousand people and he's giving a lecture on appropriate behavior and consent. It was as much for the other daughters out there. Letting them know the no is ours."

"He's good."

She nodded, "But that doesn't help you."

I bounced my head from side to side, "I don't know. Maybe. Sounds like he deals pretty directly with it. These are my daughters. Don't fuck with them." I shrugged again, “I don’t know if that's right for me, for us, but I don't know it's not."

"Do we need to figure this out right now?"

"Nope. I'm just thinking of options to do something different." I decided to tell her what I'd done the other night. "I went through that Tumblr post. Relived my past relationships.”

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

I hissed in a breath, "Sort of. Just looking at change over time."

"That can be fun." Her eyes went bright.

"It was. Unexpectedly." I ran my hands through my hair, "I don't know, Em. I just want to protect you."

"Ești foarte dulce, Sebasti-an." <You’re very sweet>

I could feel the calm wash over me with her words in my first language. I smiled, "Everything will be fine."

She returned my smile, "Yes, it will be."

"What time do you get to Chicago tomorrow?"

"Livvie and I get in about two. Harper and mom about four. Dad gets there sometime today. Game tomorrow at eight. Everyone will go tomorrow."

"Games every day?"

"Yep, any time between one and ten. Dad will go to all of them. We usually ditch a couple to shop or do whatever. I may go to most of them. Sitting outside with my dad having a beer and eating peanuts sounds pretty damn good."

I was torn between thinking that was cute and hilarious. "Do you have a Cubs hat?"

"I do! It's blue with hibiscus flowers."

"Can't wait for pictures."

"Check the Ten Club message board. There are always pictures of dad at games."

"I have no idea what those words mean."

"Fan club. I'll send you a link."

We talked until I was called back to set. I wasn’t any clearer about what to do, but I was less worried.

Emma sent me a link and sign-in information to the Ten Club. Oh, fan club named after their first album. Makes sense. Later that night I poked around and found threads with mention of family. Like Emma had said, anything more than very general information was shut down. Sometimes by mods, but also by others fans. Using the search function, I was able to find pictures of the family. Most were press photos. Loved the ones from when they were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Tons of Ed at baseball games. He's been in the dugout, on the field, at bat, singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game", in the stands, and playing with street musicians. I checked out the other guys’ family too. Same thing.

I got an idea and opened my FaceTime app. Ed picked up in what looked like a hotel room. "Hey, do you have a few minutes to talk?"

"Sure, Seb. I can call you Seb, right?"

I snickered and almost said he could call me whatever he wanted, but decided I may regret that. "Sure, Ed."

"Emiliana says you’re in Rome. How's shooting going?"

"Good. We're on schedule. I’m sorry I couldn't meet you all in Chicago."

"There will be other times. What can I help you with?"

Couldn’t help but notice the difference between his “there will be other times” and her mom’s “hopefully this will happen again”. And the directness. Like father, like daughter. "I'm guessing you know about the picture and video of us in California?"

"Daughter number two sent them. Romantic except for the part where you didn't know it was happening." His smile was amused.

"My fans aren't as well behaved as yours. They're like the fucking CIA digging up shit and they can be mean."

"I don’t have any patience for people telling me how to live my fucking life."

"I’m trying to figure out how to protect your daughter."

He clearly thought I was crazy, "Why the fuck do you think she needs protecting? Jealous fans calling her an ugly, clout-chasing whore, who's not good enough for you isn't going to bother her. She knows who she is. As long as you do too it doesn’t matter what fans say."

"Okay." I drew out the word, a little taken aback by his words.

"Look, Seb, I appreciate you wanting to protect her, and there will be a time for it, but this isn’t it. Sounds like you’re trying to protect yourself."

I jumped at that. “No, I’m not.” I gave him the quick history of my sins around protecting myself and my emotional availability.

"Probably shouldn't have told me all that.” He laughed loudly, “Not what I meant, though. Protect yourself from having to see shitty comments about someone you love."

"Oh.... I hadn't thought about it from that direction."

“Only the asshole direction?”

I chuckled, “I'm much less of an asshole now. Emma's getting me after a lot of work."

"Good for you. One, because my daughter is pretty fucking fantastic. And two, because you get to change. I've got a lot of years of asshole in my back pocket. Hell, I wrote very critical lyrics about models, then went and fell in love with one. Some people still can't let that shit go."

I needed to remember to ask Emma about that story. “Why does no one give enough credit for people growing?”

“Fuck, if I know, but can you imagine if we all stayed like we were at twenty-two?”

I shuddered, “No thanks.”

“Keep on growing and changing. Give people time to catch up with you, but if they can’t, fuck ‘em, you don’t need that shit.” He had a glass of wine and took a drink. “I don’t know if I’ve helped you out.”

“Actually, a lot. I think you’re onto something. Thank you.”

“Any time.”

“Give Emma a hug for me.”

“Sure.”

What he’d said made a lot of sense. I was trying to protect her, but more so I didn’t have to deal with her being hurt, me feeling responsible for them going after her, or me feeling angry about the whole thing and feeling helpless to stop it. Ed was right, this isn’t what Emma needs protecting from. My friends have had to adjust to my changes. It’s reasonable to think fans will. I’m the common element. I have to figure out how to deal with them pushing back, being used to me one way and wanting me to stay that way. Maybe not stay that way, but accept that I’m not the same. Hell, there are moments I still struggle with acceptance, how can I expect anyone else to just roll with it.

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 15

Sandwiches and Self-Jealousy

Chapter 14 | Masterlist | Chapter 16

Warnings: Jealousy, half-lying, mentions of abandonment issues

Virgil shot up, surprised by Janus slamming the door upstairs. He stared at his phone. What was he supposed to do? He’s been flirting with his 3 crushes as Anxiety, and they don’t know that he’s Anxiety. Virgil sighed, gathering up what courage he had left. Might as well gather intel.

V- (1:10 PM) You’ve been flirting with THE Anxiety?!?

L- (1:10 PM) More like he was flirting with us.

P- (1:11 PM) You know Anxiety, Kiddo?

V- (1:11 PM) Yeah, I’m a fan of his

V- (1:11 PM) Are you sure that he’s flirting? Last I heard he was dating his bandmates

L- (1:12 PM) He said that he was flirting with me, but I don’t think he means it as a romantic gesture. He seemed more interested in my consent than my unavailability.

V- (1:12 PM) Wait, why were you guys okay with each other flirting with strangers?

R- (1:13 PM) We might all have the teensiest tiny crush on him

Virgil felt his cheeks heat up. They all had crushes on Anxiety? What was Virgil supposed to do with that information? Should he ignore it? Or should he try and be more serious with them as Anxiety, to see if he has a chance as a rockstar instead of a faceless friend?

Virgil suddenly felt something stirring in his gut. It took a few moments to recognize the feeling: Jealousy. Virgil had been pining after his crushes for months. He was not losing his chance to a person they’d only known for a week. Sure, that person was also Virgil, but it was the principle of it, Dammit! Virgil thought about it. While it would be easier to date them as Anxiety, he’d much rather date them as Virgil. Maybe I can give myself a leg-up through Anxiety. Virgil thought about it for several more minutes. This could work. Finally smiling, Virgil turned back to his phone.

V- (1:20 PM) Okay, you guys wanna get closer to Anxiety?

V- (1:20 PM) How does VIP tickets to their next concert sound?

R- (1:21 PM) SERIOUSLY?!?

R- (1:21 PM) YES PLEASE!

P- (1:22 PM) You don’t have to, Kiddo!

V- (1:22 PM) The concert’s on February 17th. Consider it a Valentine’s Day gift from me to you guys.

L- (1:22 PM) The concert is in less than 3 weeks. How do you have VIP tickets? Were you intending on using them, Virgil?

V- (1:23 PM) No, I just know a few people

V- (1:23 PM) By the way, where did you find that album, Lo?

L- (1:23 PM) I am at home right now due to nasopharyngitis. A coworker of mine dropped this off as an early birthday present. He said that I might find it useful. I assume that he saw Anxiety visiting me at the library and recognized him.

Virgil sighed. He’d have to pay more attention. He’d dropped his guard down when interacting with them. He didn’t want anyone else recognizing him.

R- (1:25 PM) Well, I must take my leave. I have lunch with Anxiety today, so I will inform him of our situation.

P- (1:25 PM) DON’T TELL HIM ABOUT OUR CRUSH ON HIM!

R- (1:25 PM) I WON’T!

Virgil swore, getting up. He’d completely forgotten about his lunch with Hottie/Roman. He quickly grabbed his stuff before running out the door. He sent a quick text to Janus, telling him that he had left. He speed-walked to the sandwich shop that Roman liked, ordering the same sandwich that Roman ordered every time, as well as one for himself. Before he knew it, he was standing outside of the theatre, sandwiches in hand. He sat there, remembering what he wanted to say to Roman. Roman soon walked out, a nervous yet somewhat awe-struck look on his face.

Flirt Mode: Activated

“Hey, Hottie. Ready for sandwiches and banter?” Anxiety held out the sandwich, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“We need to talk.” Anxiety startled slightly. He knew that Roman wanted to talk to him about his identity, but he didn’t think that he’d be this direct.

“Sure, mind if we sit down? My back is killing me.” They sat down on the sidewalk, uncomfortable silence between them. Anxiety opened his mouth to break the tension. “So-”

“I know you’re Anxiety.” Roman’s voice was soft, softer than Anxiety ever remembered it being. He stared down at the concrete. “And I know that I’m not the only person that you’re flirting with. You’ve actually been flirting with my 2 boyfriends. I just thought you should know that I knew before we continued anything. I don’t want to trick you or lie to you.”

Anxiety felt a wave of guilt overcome him. He shouldn’t be leading them astray like this. But what could he say? Hey, I’m also the guy that’s been texting you for the past 7 months. Hope this doesn’t pressure you into liking me. Anxiety mentally shook his head. No, he couldn’t do that. But he also couldn’t fully lie to them. Maybe some half-lies would make it better?

“I already knew.” Roman’s eyes shot up.

“How? We just figured it out today!”

“Apparently you told my friend too. Unless he made up the exact same story when he asked for the VIP tickets?” There, Virgil can be Anxiety’s friend. Close enough to where it would make sense for Anxiety and Virgil to know things that they shouldn’t, while far enough to draw away suspicion.

Roman’s jaw dropped. “You know Virgil?”

Anxiety nodded, taking a bite out of his sandwich. “Mmhm. He’s a good friend of mine. He sometimes goes on tour with us.”

Before Anxiety could even blink, he suddenly had a face full of Roman. “What’s he like?”

Anxiety stared, dumbfounded. “What?”

Roman huffed, the light never leaving his eyes. “Virgil. What’s he like? I’ve been talking to him for months, but we’ve never met face-to-face. So, what’s he like?”

It took a few moments for Anxiety to talk again. He wanted to know about Virgil? Not the literal rockstar in front of him? “Well, he’s sarcastic, for one (yep). He likes to spend money on people he cares about (you, Logan, Patton). He bounced around the foster system for a while, but I don’t know why (why didn’t anyone want me?). He has really bad anxiety (hence the persona), so he doesn’t go to any of my concerts (not as Virgil). He talks about you a lot (I can’t stop myself. I bring at least one of you up in every conversation I have with J and Re).”

“He does?” He looked so… happy? Hopeful? Unsettled? Virgil couldn’t tell.

“Yeah, he’s always blabbering about what you said that day or what he’s planning on getting you (not a lie). So, now that you know what I think of him, now it’s your time to spill. Who’s Virgil to you?”

Roman suddenly had a strange look on his face. Anxiety couldn’t name the emotion in his eyes. “Virgil is… different. He has such a cynical view of the world, yet he still makes lighthearted puns. He’s doesn’t want to meet us in person, yet he spends so much money on us. He can’t bake for shit, and he sends adorable apology chocolates when he thinks we’re upset. He loves Halloween and Disney. He listens when we need someone to talk to, and he rambles off random facts when we need a distraction. He comforts Patton when he’s sad. He makes Logan laugh after a tiring day, even if Lo plays it off as exasperation. He calms me down when I think that the world’s against me.” He sighed. “I wish he trusted us enough to let us meet him. I respect his wishes, but it’s hard, y’know? Trusting someone that you’ve never met.”

Anxiety felt another wave of guilt, this one even stronger. He opened his mouth before thinking. “I’m sure he’ll open up to you soon.”

“Really?!” Roman looked up, with so much… joy, and hope, and that same emotion that Anxiety couldn’t name. He recognized it somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where.

Anxiety smirked, internally screaming. “Of course. You think I’d lie about something like that? He just needs to build up his confidence first. Once he does, he’ll be dying to meet ya.” His smirk softened to a half-smile. “And from what I’ve seen so far from you, Angel, and Starlight, he won’t be disappointed.” Anxiety checked the time on his phone. “Well, your lunch ends in 2 minutes, and I’ve gotta go. See ya later, Hottie.” And with that, Anxiety stood up and walked away.

Virgil was surprised that his comment about opening up didn’t make him feel guilty. Instead, he felt… relieved? Hopeful? He couldn’t tell. But it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. I do have to tell them eventually. Might as well promise it. Pressure myself into actually doing it.

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Choices September Challenge

Day 21 Vision

(Hugh Crawford x MC*Elizabeth Hayes) A Choices The Unexpected Heiress drabble

A/N This VIP book has hooked me. I did not expect all the mystery and such in this period drama. And I didn't expect to come to adore Hugh's character as much as I have. He has so many characteristics I adore: sweet, ready for whatever MC needs, sense of humor, and able to handle himself with the upper classes and those of lesser standing. I am not solely focusing on the murder mystery part for this drabble but exploring more of his one on one with the MC as they grow closer. *SPOILER WARNING for a few parts of this Choices book*

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"Ms. Hayes!"

Elizabeth turned around. She scanned the crowded sidewalk for the one who called her name.

Her eyes finally alighted on the young solicitor who was eagerly making his way through the crowd.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Crawford." She held her hand out to him. "I didn't expect to see you in London."

"I was called upon to speak to a potential client." He waved his hand in the direction she had originally been going. "May I walk with you toward your destination?"

"Yes, please." She smiled up at him. "Your company is always welcome."

His cheeks flushed a bit as he accepted her compliment. "I feel the same for yours."

Elizabeth's maid, Effie, exaggerated clearing her throat with a knowing smile.

"Ms. Hayes? If Mr. Crawford is to accompany you home, would it be alright if I popped in on a friend of mine?"

"Yes, of course." Elizabeth replied.

Once her companion had parted from them, Hugh focused on the lady beside him. "Is this your first time in London?"

"Oh dear, does my lack of travel show through?" She asked.

"Not at all." He corrected. "Though," he leaned closer to whisper, "You are far more cheerful than many of the ladies I have encountered here."

"I suppose my American optimism is unable to be quashed." Elizabeth teased.

"Ah, yes." He chortled. "That must be what sets you apart from every other woman."

They continued a few steps before he spoke again.

"I have been researching a lot about your America recently."

"Oh? For any particular reason?"

"I have been thinking of possibly moving there." Hugh confessed.

"Have you?" Elizabeth turned toward him. "But what of Lord Somerset? What of your other clients?"

"With the number of solicitors in London alone, much less the entire country; I have no doubt that they will find someone to take my place." He winked at her. "I'm not nearly as important to the outcome of their fortunes as I would lead them to believe."

She laughed out loud, eyes cutting coyly to him. "I think you belittle your talent."

"Nonsense." He offered his arm as they crossed the street. "But I do think a change would be nice." His eyes lowered to the diamond engagement ring sparkling on her finger. "I think a change of pace might do wonders for me. I could still work with the wealthy, then use those exorbitant rates I charge them to help the less fortunate with their legal matters."

"I could write to my father." Elizabeth offered. "I know he is always on the lookout for an intelligent, honest solicitor." Her happiness at first seeing him wavered with the fact that she might lose him soon. "You will be greatly missed."

His eyes lifted to her profile. "I think I will miss England more so now that you're here."

Elizabeth turned toward him. "Hugh, there is something I must tell you."

"Forgive me, Elizabeth. That was too forward." He straightened away from her. "You are to marry the heir to the Somerset fortune." He grimaced. "My employers, no less."

"Hugh." She gripped his arm. "You know why I am engaged to Francis."

"I do." He reassured her. "And I have come to appreciate our friendship." He averted his eyes. "Though it was formed from such tragic circumstances."

Elizabeth thought of the secret she and Francis had concerning their engagement. She chewed on her lower lip, longing to tell Hugh the truth. She knew he of all people would understand the need for a fake engagement while they searched for her sister's murderer.

Coming to England as a replacement bride for Francis Somerset after Amelia's tragic death was hard enough to swallow, much less now that she had met a man she could see herself married to.

Why did her father have to be wealthy? Why was he and her stepmother so willing to trade their daughters and inheritance for a nearly bankrupt English title and land? Was it simply one more jewel in their social status crown?

At least Amelia and Francis had fallen in love. But, if she were to live up to their families' wishes, Elizabeth would forever be bound to a man who would see only her sister each time he looked at her. How could they possibly have any chance at happiness when they had both loved Amelia so much? Now that she knew how in love her sister had been with the young lord, it felt terribly wrong to even think of taking her place by his side.

One look at Elizabeth's despondent face made Hugh rouse his cheerfulness. "Here now. We can't have a lady upset when she is to attend her first ball of the season, can we?" He gently patted her hand. "The upper crust will string me up by my dinner jacket tonight if it comes to light that I caused this."

Elizabeth's head jerked up. "Oh! You will be at the ball this evening?"

"I am always invited." He slightly smirked. "Perhaps it is because I am one of those rare individuals in their world. I am neither noble nor servant. I am neither considered beneath them nor a threat toward a single noble searching for an unwed heiress."

Elizabeth shook her head at the vision his description placed in her mind, one of a man apart yet so easily one of the crowd.

She then imagined him dressed formally and how handsome he would be.

"Neither of us really belong there do we?"

"On the contrary." He paused mid step. "You belong in any company." His smile turned tender at her blush. "I expect you to be surrounded by admirers when I arrive."

"Hugh, you're a charming, intelligent gentleman." She reminded him. "I believe that is why they make certain to invite you."

"Perhaps." He repeated.

The nearer they got to her Aunt Maude's home, the more she wished she had more time alone with him.

"Do you by any chance waltz at these balls?" She asked.

"I do actually." His smile flashed. "Unthreatening competition, remember?" He reminded her.

"Then I hope you ask me for a dance." She shyly admitted.

"I shall." He promised, thinking of this being the one chance to hold her within his arms.

They stopped outside of the townhouse, not quite ready to part from one another. Dusk had already settled around them.

Elizabeth decided that she would tell him tonight that she wasn't truly engaged. If there was a chance Hugh might feel as strongly as she did, then she wanted to at least let him know there was no other man who had a claim on her.

"You being unthreatening to the ladies, Mr. Crawford," she said with a flirty smile, "is a falsehood."

She allowed her hand to trail down his arm to grasp his hand, giving an affectionate squeeze. One more veiled compliment couldn't hurt in making sure he sought her out at the ball

"For you are a larger threat than you realize at stealing a particular lady's heart."

Unable to express what her revelation did to him, Hugh bowed his head in farewell. His eyes followed her until she was safely within her aunt's home.

His step seemed a touch more enthusiastic as he hurried off to make himself presentable for the evening. Knowing he would be granted more opportunities to spend with Elizabeth tonight, he couldn’t quite disguise his excited smile as he dressed for the ball.

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Do I Wanna Know|| Anita and Marley

TIMING: Before the Season Finale PARTIES: @professoranieves and @detectivedreameater SUMMARY: Marley “forgot” her jacket at Anita’s.

Marley didn’t want Anita to stay at a hotel, and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why it bothered her so much. The thought of Anita staying in a hotel, by herself. She’d be safer than if she stayed in her home, sure, but it still felt wrong. To just ask her to leave her home and then shove her in some hotel. It would be harder to make sure she was safe there, too. With everything going on in town, it just seemed like the better option, to have her stay with Marley. She had an entire downstairs area that she could stay in, anyway. It was just old office space, but Marley hadn’t wanted anyone running a business below her apartment, so she’d bought out the whole building and used the place mostly for storage. Not that she had much to store. But it was with this mindset that she found herself pulling up to Anita’s house, reminded of the last time she’d come unexpectedly. Things weren’t going to go that way this time, though, were they? There’d be no startled looks or heavy kisses. So she needed an excuse. But she was at the door before she thought of a good one and then she was knocking and then Anita was answering and all Marley could say was, “I think I...forgot my jacket here.”

It seemed like ever since she moved to the shores of Dark Score Lake, Anita was always hearing about some danger nearby. She was so used to it by now, and as naive as it may be, she felt like because of what she was and how much she had survived in town already, that she could stay in her home without any issues. But then Marley suggested she stay with her for a few days. The idea was terrifying at first. Spending more than one night in someone else’s home? Without there being a clear sexual pretense? It was like Marley actually cared about her, which - given their last in-person conversation seemed pretty likely. At the very least she didn’t want her in harm's way. Anita was debating on whether she should try the hotel or reluctantly accept Marley’s offer when there was a knock at the door. Despite the fact that this was not the first time she had unexpectedly opened the door to find Marley, she was still surprised every time. “Your jacket?” If Marley had left something Anita would have found it, and used it as an excuse to call her. There was nothing here. “I, uh, I guess I never found it. You wanna come in and look?”

“Yep,” Marley said immediately, “definitely left it here.” Neglecting to realize that she had on the same jacket right now as she had when she’d last been here. Maybe Anita wouldn’t notice. She stepped inside tentatively, and fought, furiously, against the feeling of wanting to grab Anita and drag her out. Or kiss her. Or hold her. As she shuffled inside, she stood in the entry way, not quite moving yet. “Have you thought about uh-- staying somewhere else?” she asked, removing her shoes, but not her jacket, before moving further inside. She resisted a different urge to reach out and take Anita’s hand and tell her to forget the hotel and just stay with her until the danger passed, but Anita was a grown woman, she could make her own decisions. And, of course, Marley didn’t want to think about the implications of what her feelings meant. “It’s gonna get worse, you know,” she said quietly, “before it gets better.”

If Anita had wanted to she could have mentioned that the jacket they were allegedly looking for was safely resting on Marley’s shoulders as they spoke, but there was a part of her that was kind of flattered that Marley wanted to come over bad enough that she made up such a flimsy excuse. So she kept her mouth shut. “I was gonna reach out to that hotel. Didn’t get around to it though.” Over time, Anita had realized that her biggest hurdle with Marley was not asking for what she wanted because deep down she was afraid of what she actually wanted. ‘So, you offering to shelter everyone who lives on the lake in your spare room? That part of your official duties as an officer?” She couldn’t say what she really wanted to say because that would lay all her cards out in front of her, and she wasn’t gonna be the first to fold. “Or is this some VIP treatment you were offering?”

They had worked their way down the hall and into the kitchen and Marley remembered standing right here and holding Anita and teasing her about pie. Clearing her throat, Marley came over to the counter, but didn’t even bother to try and look around. “Right, well,” she started, but stopped. She didn’t know what else to say or how to say it. Her chest felt tight and she backed away a little. “VIP? No, nothing like that. I just--” folded her arms over her chest, “I know how you are. And that you’re stubborn and you don’t want to stay at a hotel and if the only way to make sure you’re safe is to offer a room for you, then, well,” she didn’t finish her sentence, just waved her hands around. She set her jaw and looked over at Anita. This was the second time she’d come to her during the day, no glasses, brown eyes staring hard at her.

Anita wasn’t completely oblivious, she knew that Marley was here specifically to make sure she was safe and okay. There had been little comments, small sentences that had passed by without either of them fully acknowledging their weight. You’re safe with me. You can trust me. You see me. They were never acknowledged for what they really were because that would be too much. But deep down Anita knew what it all meant. They mattered to each other. They just hadn’t taken time to unpack what that meant. “And that’s not gonna make all of ...this,” she said, motioning back and forth between the two of them, “more complicated? Cause that’s what you called it right, complicated?”

“Why would it?” Marley immediately answered, but stopped. It would, she knew it would, but she didn’t want it to. Why couldn’t it just stay the same? Why couldn’t they just go back to the way things were? None of this had to mean anything, did it? Marley stood her ground. “You’re still mad about that?” Oh, not the right thing to say. “I mean-- even if it does-- which I don’t think it will, or that it has to-- being safe is more important.” Keeping you safe is more important, is what she wanted to say. But she held her tongue. “Just...accept the help. Please?”

Anita’s blood boiled when Marley asked her if she was still mad. She wasn’t, but that wasn’t the point. “Even if I was still mad, I think I have every right to be given the shit you pulled.” As much as she wanted to just go with Marley, to not think about what that meant, she was torn. On one hand, she did not want to die because of whatever the fuck was going on at the lake. But, was she maybe just a bit too proud to accept Marley’s help? The silence lingered over them as she thought about the option. They didn’t know how long this was going to last, meaning they didn’t know how long she’d be crashing with her. Finally, she sighed heavily then made her way over to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of liquor, then pouring two stiff drinks for the two of them. “I probably got other friends I could crash with. You don’t have to do this, really.” That wasn’t the truest of statements. Did she have someone else? Were her and Marley really ‘friends’? Fuck. It didn’t matter. “And don’t act like you wouldn’t be hesitant about this if the roles were reversed.”

Marley was in a bit of a pickle. She understood exactly where Anita was coming from and why she was angry, but it made Marley upset that she was angry. And that had never happened before. She was usually perfectly content just walking away from someone like this. And she understood clearly why she couldn’t, now. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it, let alone think it. When was the last time she’d actually admitted she cared for someone? She certainly couldn’t fucking remember. “But I don’t--” she started, stopped, then decided, to hell with it, “I don’t want you to stay with anyone else. Or at some stupid hotel! If you’re with me, I can know you’re safe. I don’t wanna worry about you anymore than I already do! So-- so be mad! I don’t care. But stay with me. Please.”

When Marley didn’t walk over to have the other drink Anita had poured, she figured ‘fuck it’, and just shot the second glass back too before walking back over to where Marley was standing. She was about to tell her that the jacket she was looking for was already on her body and that she should really just leave, but then something in Marley’s eyes made her wait. The next words out of her mouth hit Anita like a ton of bricks. It was a lot to unpack, and Anita just stood there for a moment, letting the words all sink in. “I-” she started, then trailed off realizing she didn’t really have the words to say what she was feeling at that moment. So instead she just nodded softly. “Yeah, uh… lemme just go pack a bag.” She said as she slipped out into her room.

At first, Marley thought Anita was going to say no. That she was going to just be angry and push Marley away and that would be that. She’d never see or hear from her again. And that scared her, like really scared her. So when Anita started talking, she froze. But then their eyes met, and something felt...different. Or okay? Not bad. She agreed. Even if it was reluctant, she agreed. Marley didn’t know what to say, so she just let her slip by to go to her bedroom. She went over to the bottle and poured herself a nice glass before downing it. That didn’t help the pounding in her chest, or the worry gripping her stomach. For whatever reason, her feet made her follow Anita out of the kitchen and to her bedroom. She stopped in the doorway and stared. Remembered waking up in her bed, and how nice it had felt. Swallowed back the lump in her throat. “Do you need...help?” was all she could say.

Anita was rather mindlessly shoving clothes into a duffle bag when she heard Marley walk into the room. She wasn’t even really planning anything outfit wise, just shoving stacks of t-shirts in with a few pairs of jeans and a handful of undergarments. She looked up when she heard Marley speak, then she shook her head softly. “I don’t think so.” Maybe she did though? She had no idea what to bring. Marley didn’t even know what she ate, how she lived, what she was. “Uh… how long do you think this is gonna be for?” She could handle a few days, but a week? Longer? That made her go cold. Colder than usual, that is. She needed more independence than that.

Marley didn’t know the answer, but she was good at lying. “Probably just a few days,” she said, knowing that was what Anita wanted to hear. In truth, she had no idea. They were still just trying to deal with all the damn cultists, finding the cause of it? She was really hoping someone else would take care of it. Some town goody-two-shoes. As long as it got dealt with, it wasn’t her problem. “The station is mostly busy dealing with calls about cultists,” she said, stepping inside a little more. Was coming here a bad idea? Should she not have done this? “It’ll get figured out soon,” she said, “I promise.”

Anita nodded at the answer, allowing herself to believe it was the truth even if it wasn’t. “Okay. Yeah, sounds good.” After she shoved her hairbrush and deodorant into the bag, she zipped it up, figuring she could come back if she forgot anything really important. She’d have to come back for some bugs, she’d just tell Marley that she was going somewhere else. Looking up, Anita suddenly felt a little uneasy. “Hey, uh, thanks for this. For caring about me. About my safety.” She legitimately didn’t know the last time someone cared about what happened to her like this. Probably not since she was a teenager. Anita picked the bag up from the bed, then walked over towards where Marley was standing. She stood near her for a second, then reached down and slipped her hand into Marley’s, uncomfortable with how comfortable that simple action was.

As Marley watched Anita finish up packing, she couldn’t help but wonder what this feeling was. Why she had come here, why she was so nervous, why she’d said those things. Did she mean them? It wasn’t like Marley was actually capable of caring for people, not like this. Not like how Anita wanted her to. Not like how she...wanted to care about Anita. Swallowing, she looked down as Anita intertwined their hands. “I…” she started, stopped. Looked up at her. What was she supposed to say? “Of course,” was what she said. Squeezed her hand and turned to lead them out of the apartment. Was that a good answer? Was it a true answer? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “Let’s get going.”

Anita stood there for a moment, looking down at their hands when she felt a soft squeeze. Why the hell did this feel so natural? She looked back up at Marley, then leaned in slowly and kissed Marley softly. Not needy or rough like some of their kisses had been in the past, just something short and sweet. “Yeah, let’s go.” Sure, they hadn’t really even come close to resolving whatever that fight was about in the parking lot at Al’s, but right in that moment, bringing that shit up was the last thing Anita wanted to do. “I guess we should take separate cars? So I’m not fully reliant on you for the next few days.”

The kiss caught Marley slightly off-guard, not that she minded. It felt almost relieving. She didn’t know what it meant, totally, but if Anita had agreed and they were holding hands and kissing, things couldn’t be so bad, right? Maybe they didn’t need to talk about it. Maybe Anita wasn’t mad. “Oh, right,” she said as they approached the car. “Yeah, that’s...a good idea. Smart. I’ll um-- I’ll see you there.” She paused one more time, before letting go of Anita’s hand and watching her go over to her car. The drive back to Marley’s place was short, and she’d done it enough times now that it almost felt routine. When they reached her place, Marley brought her upstairs and unlocked the door, opening it to the bare apartment she spent very little time in. There were no pictures on the walls, no possessions on shelves. Just a cough, a coffee table, a few things in the kitchen, and the bed upstairs in the loft. “Home sweet casa,” she said, shutting the door.

About five times during the drive to Marley’s place Anita was tempted to call her and say she was just gonna go to a hotel instead. But she just couldn’t bring herself to do that. Marley said she didn’t want Anita to stay with anyone else or at a hotel… which by default meant she wanted Anita to stay with her? Isn’t that what that meant? Before she was able to unpack that much more in her head, she pulled up to Marley’s place. She’d only been there that first night they got together, but walking into her place was such a sharp contrast to the way Anita’s place was. This house hardly felt lived in. “Where should I drop my stuff?”

“Uhh, upstairs is fine,” Marley pointed, heading towards the living room, where there were blankets on the couch from where she’d passed out last night. She tossed them over the back of the couch and gathered up the papers on the coffee table. “Sorry, I uh-- wasn’t really expecting guests.” She shrugged. “I don’t really sleep much so you can take the bed. Product of my--” Nope, she couldn’t say that. They were still in that murky land of not saying what they were, even though they were both aware neither of them were human, “--job.” She finally finished. She looked over at Anita, giving her best attempt at a smile.

Anita nodded at Marley’s statement, even though it made no sense. She wasn’t expecting company yet she showed up at Anita’s with the apparent intention to have Anita come back here. But this night was weird enough, she wasn’t going to push the envelope any further. “Yeah, that makes sense.” Anita headed upstairs with her bag, found the spare room and dropped the bag down. She took a moment alone up there to let out a heavy sigh. They were in this house together less than five minutes and things were already… weird? Complicated? Confusing? She made her way downstairs again, not fully sure if she just wanted to head off to bed or instead maybe get drunk. The last time they were here, things were so different - it felt like forever ago that they were interrupted in that hot tub. “You gotta work tomorrow?” She asked as she walked back over to where Marley was.

Did it make sense? Marley furrowed her brow, heading to the kitchen as Anita went to put her stuff upstairs. She rifled through her cabinets to find her bottle of tequila and two cups. Would it be weird to Anita that she had literally no food in her house? She didn’t even have a refrigerator. Would Anita still even stick around if she knew what she was? Maybe that’s why they both still refused to talk about it. What was a little longer? As soon as this danger passed, it would be fine. Right? By the time Anita came back down, she had two glasses poured out and was sitting on the couch. “Uh, yeah,” she said, “we’re all running double shifts this week. So lucky that right when I got off desk duty I got this.” She scooted over on the couch, motioning for her to sit.

As Anita walked downstairs she glanced into the kitchen and noticed it was almost as bare as hers. The main difference was that Anita tried to keep up appearances, so she did have all the proper appliances. After all, frozen bugs make a great little treat. Anyone else would have asked about it, but Anita had no desire to open up that can of worms. She took a seat on the couch, her hands gripping the glass of tequila. She took a big sip, then shifted how she was sitting so that she was closer to Marley. “Damn, so I guess you won’t really be around much the next couple days then?” Was this the time to talk about everything? To lay it out on the table and see the cards that each of them were holding so close to their chests? No, probably not. Marley must’ve had enough going on with whatever the hell was happening with cultists and the lake. “I’ve got some things to do at the university- so don’t worry I won’t be just like hanging out here while you’re out.”

Marley watched Anita closely. That was what she did, after all. She watched people and she understood them and she could always tell what they were thinking. But she looked at Anita now and had no idea what she was thinking. Or feeling. And it was-- well, she wasn’t sure what it was. It was confusing. It was strange. It was...kinda nice. “Yeah, sorry,” she muttered, her drink lingering on her lips a moment, before taking a sip and setting it down. “Guess that’s not the best circumstance, but at least you’re not smack dab in the middle of cultist territory, right?” She grinned, moved her leg so that it was touching Anita’s. “Hey, like I just said, mi casa es su casa,” she gestured around them, “sorry it’s not hotel grade.” Paused. “And, uh-- thanks. For...coming with me. I didn’t really leave my jacket.”

Anita sunk into the couch a bit, as much as she’d hate to admit it, she did feel safer there with Marley. She had driven past some of those cultists over the past few days and well… being away from them and in a home with a cop was definitely a step up. “It’s fine. It’s just for a few days. At least it’s got a hot tub.” She said with a somewhat teasing grin as she looked over at Marley. Her next statement made Anita laugh, “Oh really? You didn’t leave the jacket you showed up wearing at my place? I’m shocked. Truly.” It was so nice just being with her. Anita often didn’t know why she got so in her head about whatever it was that was going on between the two of them because when they were together things just fit into place.

Marley furrowed her brow, frowning as she looked down at her jacket. She hadn’t even realized. There’d been so much else on her head that she hadn’t really thought about it. It was her favorite jacket, of course she’d grabbed it. Silently, she took another drink before setting her glass back down on the table. “I’m usually a much better liar,” she said teasingly, moving to remove her jacket, then and laid it over the back of the couch. “I guess improv’s just not my thing,” a little smile, “or maybe I was just surprised you answered the door.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I was a bit tempted to turn off all the lights and pretend I wasn’t home. But that’s a bit too dramatic… even for me.” Anita teased as she finished off the rest of the drink in her glass. The pair of them hadn’t talked since their fight, and Anita wasn’t fully sure if Marley knew how much that really impacted her. She wasn’t about to tell her though, because Anita was barley willing to admit to herself how much it impacted her. “I feel like improv’s almost gotta be a required skill for a detective. Don’t you have to think on your feet like all the time? Especially when interrogating someone?”

“You’re dramatic?” Marley asked, raising a brow. It was mostly meant as a tease, but she found herself wondering if that was entirely true. Found herself still wanting to know more about her, perhaps even everything. She wanted more from Anita than just teasing and jokes. And she wasn’t sure she liked that. “You never struck me as a dramatic person.” She shifted slightly, leaning back on the couch fully, turning her head sideways to look at Anita. “I mean, I guess? I always thought of it more methodically. There’s a pattern to it. No matter what’s said or who’s in there, it’s always the same pattern. And then you just...follow that.”

“Sometimes. Or at least I’ve been called it before.” Anita said, sort of off hand. Admittedly, most people linked dramatic-ness with relationships. Anita was more dramatic when it came to her work… and sometimes her wardrobe. It was weird to think about how long Anita had known Marley, and how little of herself she had really managed to share. Sure, it was mostly on purpose, but she must have been blocking things out subconsciously too. Though, in her defense - Marley had been doing the same thing. “So does that mean you haven’t figured out my pattern then? Or is there no pattern for talking to...” Anita trailed off trying to figure out what word could be used to describe them, “friends with benefits.” She finally landed on, absolutely hating the fact that she had just labeled it and a little bit hating that label. It didn’t feel like it fit right.

“Hmm,” Marley hummed, her gaze shifting back forward. “Sounds fake.” There was more left on her tongue to say, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She wasn’t even sure now was the time to say it. After what had happened at Al’s, she wasn’t sure she had the place to say it. But she craved something from Anita that she couldn’t quite put into words. So she just...didn’t. They would just continue to fester under her skin until they eventually burst out of her. “I don’t think you wanna know the answer to that,” she finished quietly. Whenever people asked her stuff like this, bullied her into telling them what she knew about them, their patterns, their behaviors, it turned out poorly. She always offended them. Her gift was her curse. Or some stupid bullshit like that. “Just know you’re...different.”

The silence that sat between them told Anita that she made a mistake by asking the question. She should have known it, too. And the worst part was she couldn’t really pull her usual stunt of just making up an excuse and leaving when things got a bit awkward - she was stuck here in this awkwardness for at least a few days. “Different. Got it.” She said, knowing that she’d drive herself mad trying to decipher that later on. “Different’s better than ordinary… so I suppose I can’t complain.” Silence filled up again, as Anita thought about what else she could say, any way to change the subject. “Can you tell me anything about what’s going on at the lake, or is that confidential?”

“Good different,” Marley felt the need to clarify, almost rushing to say the words. “Definitely good different.” She knew the air around them was awkward. It sat on top of their shoulders like a sheet, blanketing them. Something needed to be said, but she didn’t know how to say it. It seemed that Anita didn’t, either. Were things always going to be like this now? Had she ruined it because of what happened at Al’s? She almost wished she’d never stayed that morning. Almost. Something about it made her throat stick and her heart pound. “Honestly? We don’t even understand what’s going on at the lake. Any officers we send in either come back with no memory, or don’t come back at all. So it’s...it’s scary,” she admitted quietly. “To disappear without a trace.” She curled her arms around her stomach. “Thinking about that happening to you was...even worse.”

Anita’s attempt to turn the conversation towards anything but the two of them had failed spectacularly. Now all she was thinking about was Marley going and not remembering her when she came back… or worse, not coming back at all. Clearly the same or similar thoughts had passed through Marley’s mind too. “Wow.” She said, letting the words sit there for a moment. “You’re not planning on going down there… are you?” After another pass of awkwardness disguised as silence, Anita slowly got up from the couch. She stretched briefly, then turned to Marley, “I think I’m gonna call it a night. Thanks again… for everything.” Anita made her way towards the stairs. She made her way up three of the steps before she stopped and turned towards where she had just left Marley. “You coming or not?” The tone of the question was truly open ended. They hadn’t seen each other in so long, but she also didn’t want to push for anything.

“Not planning on it, no,” Marley answered quietly, “but if we get a call, I have to go down.” And going there didn’t scare her specifically, but something about it still...felt off to her. This was bigger than anything else they’d faced. But it wasn’t like she’d be missed if she died or never came back. No one from her old town missed her. No one from anywhere in her past missed her. Was there really anyone different here? Would Anita miss her if she was gone? She was standing up from the couch now and Marley looked up at her. Words were the way Marley interacted with her world. Her ability to read people, her ability to express what she was seeing in a verbal way-- even in her quietest of moments, words were always running through her head. Logic and understanding and explanation. She often knew exactly what to say and how to say it. But as Anita left, she found she had no words. No way to interact with this world she was suddenly being thrown into. She slumped onto the couch and reached for the pillow, stopping only when Anita’s voice broke the silence again. When she looked up at her, standing still on the stairs, those eyes staring at her from under a tired crop of hair, she smiled. The first real smile all night. “Yeah,” she finally said, pushing herself up from the couch, “I’m coming.”

#chatzy #chatzy: anita #anita #wickedswriting #do i wanna know #//this is old but it was TOO GOOD to not finish #and also establishes a thing so

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Secrets and Sins - 2/13

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye?

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,590 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Lots of curse words. Brief mentions of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse—nothing to in depth but could be upsetting to some. Plus possible other triggering thoughts and feelings described.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors.

You woke up and instantly sat up straight, heart racing, covered in sweat. Your eyes searching around the room frantically, before finally realizing you were in your apartment. Alone. On the other side of the country. He wasn’t here.

The nightmares refused to leave you be, refused to allow you to forget. Every night they plagued your mind, taunted you. Reminded you of what was behind you, following you like a ball and chain. You could never really, truly, escape him. At least not fully. Not in your mind.

You grabbed your new phone off the floor beside you to check the time ‘9:13 am’. You sighed and flopped back down onto the bed, trying to allow your heart to slow down and return to a normal rhythm. You forced yourself to focus on the noises outside. Listening to the sounds of the city helped calm you. Reminded you where you were. The sounds of New York were so different from any other city you had lived in. Yet, also the same.

The sounds of cars driving by, the occasional honk of a horn, or holler for a cab. The murmurs of voices and laughs among friends. It made you feel less alone. Less isolated. Helping to remember you were on the other side of the country, behind his enemies’ lines.

There were no messages on your phone, but that was to be expected, no one you knew actually had your new number. You had ditched your old phone before even leaving Washington, knowing he could track it. And upon entering New York you had stopped and purchased a new phone outright under a fake name, refusing a plan and opting to just purchase minutes instead. Harder to track. Easier to ditch.

Though, you wished you had woken up to a few messages, at least ones pertaining to your car—or the sale of it, to be exact. But nothing, you may just have to junk the car soon. You couldn’t risk holding onto it much longer. He’d find it.

Finally, once you were all calmed down, you pulled yourself out of bed and headed for the bathroom, needing a hot shower to help clear your mind. Clear your thoughts.

You spent the day just hanging around your apartment until it was time to head to work. Dressing in black skinny jeans, a black T-shirt and black chucks. You pulled on your leather bomber jacket and headed out the door, checking the peep hole before leaving and locking the door behind you. You stepped onto the street and pulled the hood over your head before making your way down the sidewalk. Once again listening to the sounds of the city around you.

You arrived at The Asgardian and checked the time on your phone ‘3:40’. A little early but it’s better to be early instead of late. You pushed open the big mahogany door and entered the establishment. Something you were thankful you’d get to do many more times in the future. Stability was what you needed. Structure and repetition would help you settle.

The shift went smoothly, Wanda taking you under her wing and showing you the ropes. Your experience working in the pub back in Seattle all came flooding back, which was extremely helpful. You learned that the redhead's name was Natasha, but she preferred Nat, and that her bark was worse than her bite, though, even with that said, her bite was still pretty bad. You stayed out of her way and on her good side the whole shift, not wanting to make any more enemies. Especially not new ones. You had enough enemies as it was.

You also learned that Thor was the manager, and co-owner, and that he was in fact named after the God of Thunder. Something about his parents having an intense love for Norse mythology and legend. He definitely suited the name Thor though, he was not only massive, loyal and kind, but also fiercely protective and determined. Plus he seemed to really appreciate his staff, and that was more than you could have ever asked for, in all honesty. His brother, Loki, who was also named after a Norse God; the God of Mischief. You hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, but Thor assured you that you’d get that opportunity soon, as Loki was the other co-owner of the pub. You gathered that he probably wasn’t around much, minus at the end of the months to go over the books with Thor and check that everything was in order. Or as Thor put it, to check that his older brother hadn’t ‘given the place away’ or ‘screwed anything up’. Turns out the brothers also owned another pub on the other side of town and that’s where Loki spent most of his days.

Wanda and you became fast friends. Exchanging numbers part way through the shift so you could chat after work. She vowed to be your tour guide and help get you fully settled in. She also informed you of the other two woman who worked there, Manti and Gamora, who you would meet eventually. Whenever your shifts lined up.

Over the next two weeks you settled in well. Wanda and you became inseparable. You ended up meeting Gamora first, who was smart but reserved, and you could tell she wasn’t someone you’d want to piss off. And then Manti who was a little ditzy but super friendly and easy going. You continued to give Natasha a wide berth, only bothering her when it was urgent. Usually receiving a raised brow or a wicked smirk in response.

You met the regulars, they all seemed nice and relatively harmless. A few got a little to handsy for your liking but a quick smack on the hand and a stern glare usually set them straight. All and all you enjoyed working there. Enjoyed your coworkers and boss, and were just happy you had found this job so quickly.

Nearing the end of your current shift, you were just cleaning up a recently vacated table when Wanda came bouncing over, a wide grin on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes.

“Hey you!” She said excitedly.

You laughed at her excitement level, “Hey Wan’s, what’s up?”

“So I was talking to Pietro, turns out he just got a job as a bouncer over at this new club called Stark. His first shift is tonight and he said that he could get us in!!” She bounced with excitement before abruptly freezing in place, “That is, if we wanted,” she shrugged nonchalantly, but you could damn near feel the excitement still pouring off her.

“Oh, I’ve heard of that place, some of the customers mentioned it, it just opened up, yeah?”

She nodded quickly, “Mhmm….So you in?!?”

She was like a child on a sugar high at all times. Much like Thor. They were hilarious when together, both feeding off each other and making their personalities even more ridiculous and loud. Many times you had to walk away because your ribs hurt from laughing.

“Ah, I don’t really have anything to wear to a fancy club—“

She cut you off before you could even finish, “I’ll lend you an outfit, we can get ready and pre-drink at my place, all the girls are coming with!!”

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?” You smirked with a raised brow.

Wanda shook her head adamantly and replied with, “Nope,” popping the P for effect.

“Okay, then I guess I have no choice,” you laughed.

Later that evening you found yourself at Wanda’s. Nat, Gamora and Manti were there as well. Wanda had a few dresses picked out for you to try, settling on a dark green off the shoulder dress. It had a high low bottom and accented your skin tone perfectly.

Wanda’s jaw dropped when you came out of the room wearing it and her reaction made you feel fantastic. The other girls chimed in their approvals as well. Then you all took a few shots and headed for the club, opting to walk as it was only a few blocks from Wanda’s place.

You finally met Wanda’s brother Pietro, after hearing so much about him, he seemed nice, very reserved and quiet. But not in a creepy way, just a stark contrast to Wanda. He got you all in ahead of the line, which brought back a few dark memories. You quickly shook your head to clear those thoughts, you weren’t going to allow anything to ruin this night for you. You entered the massive club and froze, there were so many people and the music was pounding. You could feel it buzzing through your bones.

Wanda grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the first bar she could find, turns out the club had 7 bars in total, 6 dance floors and was spaced out over two levels. To say it was a huge club was an understatement. It was by far the biggest you had ever stepped foot into.

You all took shots at the bar before deciding it was time to dance. You found a booth, Nat opting to stay at the table while you all danced. Something about her not being the dancing type anymore, and that she’d rather just watch from the sidelines. Wanda just giggled and shrugged—you guessed she knew Nat wouldn’t have wanted to join, even before she asked her—then dragged you and the other two out onto the dance floor.

The four of you danced for a while before you realized you needed another drink. Excusing yourself you wandered over to one of the bars, it was surrounded by people and you knew it was going to be a long wait. You pushed up to the front as much as you could, but the bartender barely noticed you. Figures.

You decided to look around a bit, looking up at the second floor balconies, clearly the VIP section. A few short weeks ago, that’s the section you’d have found yourself in. Miserable and alone, as no one was ever allowed to speak to you, especially men. And dancing was out of the question, entirely.

You started to feel like someone was watching you, granted you were in the middle of a massive club, but it still felt like someones eyes were locked onto you specifically. You searched around, trying to see if anyone stood out to you, more so than others. Your eyes landed on a figure on the second level, leaning on the railing, staring directly at you. You could tell. You couldn’t really make out his features, but he looked massive, tall, built, well dressed. Possibly blonde hair, maybe? Whoever he was he was you could feel his eyes on you. Yours locked with his and you could almost make out a smirk on his lips.

Shit. You quickly turned around, feeling slightly embarrassed, but maybe more so you were just used to ignoring any attention from men, pretending they didn’t exist as your life actually depended on it, on you not acknowledging them. He didn’t appreciate you talking to other men. Let alone them flirting with you. That would have been a death sentence for you both.

After what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, you finally got the bartender's attention, ordering a couple shots and two drinks to take with you. Knowing that waiting for more drinks would fucking suck. Better to stock up while your here. You took the shots right then and there, before turning around, double fisting, and heading back towards the booth Nat was guarding. Probably with her life. You pitied any fool who crossed her, she would probably knock them out then flip a damn table on them or something. You cringed at the thought. Poor sucker.

But before you could reach the table someone bumped you, and fucking hard at that, and sent you barrelling straight towards the floor. You let go of your drinks in an attempt to brace yourself for impact. However, before you could hit the floor two large muscular arms caught you, and stood you back up. You turned around to thank whoever saved you only to come face to face with the most piercing blue eyes you had ever seen.

You stood there, completely lost in the azure eyes staring down at you. You abruptly shook your head, “Ah…Thank you,” you breathed out in a whisper. Clearly forgetting just how loud the music was, like he would even have been able to hear you. Idiot.

You watched as a smirk formed on his lips, one you knew could only mean trouble. Then he leaned down and whispered, “You’re very welcome,” in your ear. The heat of his breath on your neck sent a chill down your spine as goose bumps broke out on your skin. Then he stood back up, staring at you once again.

You watched as his eyes moved down your face to look at your lips before flicking back up to meet yours again. The small action made your heart take off at a gallop, and knocked the wind right out of you, instantly. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out so you promptly snapped it shut again and instead just nodded. Unsure if your voice would even work you decided to just flee the situation entirely, you quickly moved around him to head back to the bar. But as you did he turned on his heel with your movement and kept his eyes locked on yours. You took a few shaky steps back then awkwardly waved, seeing him laugh at that, before turning around and hastily retreating away. Cursing yourself under your breath for how unbelievably embarrassing that was, from start to finish. And how awkward you truly were. Fuck.

You reached the bar, and once again stood around waiting for the bartender to notice you. Wow, deja vu. This night was not turning out like you hoped, you were spending more time waiting on a drink then actually enjoying said drinks.

To your astonishment the bartender looked in your direction, his eyes widened and he damn near ran over to you. But once he reached you, you realized he wasn’t actually looking at you, but instead at someone behind you. You slowly turned around to see the same blue eyes standing behind you now. Still with that damn smirk on his face.

You gulped. This was just all so damn awkward. You really should just go home. Be done with this whole night. With these blue eyes that made you weak in the knees. He looked down at you before stepping up beside you, and placing a hand on your lower back. You looked passed him and noticed the people next to him stepping back to give him a wide berth. Which—was odd, no one had done that when you were last standing at this bar. The opposite of that actually, they all piled into you, like a damn mosh pit. Feeling him leaning forward you refocused on him, watching as he whispered something to the bartender who nodded his response then quickly turned away to start making a couple drinks.

Even though you were watching this all unfold, all you could focus on was his warm hand on your back. It sent heat all through your body and your heart was, again, pounding in your chest. You closed your eyes for a second, praying he couldn’t feel the insane beating of it through his direct contact with you. Exhaling a deep breath you slowly opened your eyes just as the bartender placed three drinks in front of you both. One was a golden amber colour, clearly some sort of scotch or bourbon. The other two were the exact same as the two drinks you had just dropped on the floor a few moments ago. What the hell? How did he— You turned to face him and found he was already looking down at you. A blush took over your face but you ignored it and finally forced out a few words. “So, what do I owe you?” You asked.

“Owe me?” He repeated, confused. Though it didn’t seem like confusion over what you asked, but more that he wasn’t really expecting you to ask that at all.

“Yes,” you nodded, “for the drinks.” You said as you pointed to them for effect.

He appeared to think it over for a moment before he responded smoothly, “a date.”

You laughed and shook your head, thinking it was a joke. Quickly realizing it wasn’t, and that he wasn’t kidding, you stopped laughing instantly to gaped at him with wide eyes. “Oh, you’re serious!?”

He leaned in again, “I don’t normally joke about those sorts of things,” his voice was firm, deep but also had a hint of amusement to it.

“Ah, well, I um, I.” You were flustered, to say the least and you just wanted to run in the opposite direction. How this man could still be standing here, talking to you, was unfathomable. You had to be the most awkward person he had even met and the fact he just asked you on a date was fucking insane. His hand that was still resting on your back was not fucking helping matters either. You stepped out of his touch in the hopes it would help you regain some control. “Ah, what I mean is, thank you for the offer but I’ll have to respectfully decline. I can pay you for the drinks though …if you’d like.”

He raised a hand and shook his head, clearly saying he didn’t want your money.

“Well, in that case, thank you for these,” you lifted up the two drinks as if he would have no idea what you were referring to. “And enjoy your night!” You turned to leave but before you could a gentle, yet firm hand gripped your forearm and urged you to turn back around.

Once you had he leaned in again, and you could swear he knew it was flustering you, and he was getting some sort of sick twisted kick out of that, “One question,” you nodded slowly for him to continue. His hand still on your forearm and his face still right beside yours, the scent of his delicious cologne was all you could smell in this moment, “Why have I never seen you before?”

You pulled back to look up at him and before you could stop yourself you responded, ”Oh, so you know every person in this city, huh?” Raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

He smirked and nodded, thoughtfully, “You could say that.”

His response made you a little more ballsy. Happy that you had managed to overcome your previous nerves, even just a little. “Well, clearly not,” you refuted. “Or you’d know who I was.”

“What’s your name, doll?” He abruptly asked, getting right to the point, eyes still locked on you. The pet name making your heart flutter and all of a sudden it felt like you had just swallowed a handful of pop rocks. But something in his eyes both made you both weak and scared as hell. You were not looking to jump into another relationship anytime soon, not only would it be extremely dangerous for you, but also for the man in said ‘relationship’ and you refused to risk another person's life. Not this soon after running. Maybe in a few years when this whole mess dies down and you could be a little more sure of your safety, and someone else’s. No, dating was not an option right now and if you stood here any longer you weren’t sure you’d be able to actually walk away from him. So you opted to not give him your name and instead fucking run in the complete opposite direct from those piercing blue eyes. Would you regret that choice? Oh, most definitely. Would it be the safest choice to make at this time? Fuck yes.

“Find me again one day and I’ll tell you,” you said as you turned, not giving him a chance to respond, and made your way through the crowd of people back to your table. You threw yourself into the seat, and chugged one of the drinks in your hand, receiving a raised brow from Nat. “Don’t ask,” was all you said before you groaned loudly and slumped down into the seat. Why did he have to be so damn attractive. Fuck.

The other girls appeared at the table a few moments later, Wanda sliding into the seat beside you, “Where did you run off to?! I almost thought you’d left?”

“Oh, you know, just making an ass of myself. No big deal,” you shrugged and over exaggeratedly pouted. She just giggled at you as she flung an arm over your shoulders and gave you a quick reassuring squeeze.

The rest of the night was fun, but you refused to leave the booth, for fear you’d run into blue eyes again. And though you still felt eyes on you the whole night, you just ignored it. Luck was on your side as you managed to make it all the way home without another run in. You stripped off your clothes and star-fished into your makeshift bed. Exhausted from not only the long day but also from the awkward and intense run in with—whoever the hell he was.

This would be the first night in a very, very long time that the nightmares left you alone. Instead being replaced by a piercing set of blue eyes and a smirk that you just knew would only mean trouble.

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CHAPTER FIVE

Elsa was seated on a toilet in the cafe restroom before she could open the email. Edna had demanded to know what was so important, but she had muttered something along the lines of "be right back" and excused herself; she couldn't remember now. Her entire focus was on what she was about to read.

'NorthMountainMan,

'I've never done this before, I don't message fans bc it makes them think we're really dating or something. Plus it isn't fair to the other fans. But like I could tell you were really upset by how I reacted. I'm sorry, I've had stalkers before and sure they never like found out where I live or anything craycray but it still spooked me. So I thought you were one of those. If you pay for VIP again (I can't do full freebies, I might have my own site but I still work for a company and all that lol) I can give you some extra minutes as an apology. But if I don't see you again I don't want you to feel bad. It's part of the business not what you did.

'XOXO, Roxanne'

Relief spread through Elsa like warmth from a bowl of hot chicken soup. She didn't hate her. After a minute, she found she was crying in gratitude, even though nobody would ever know it. Which made it a lot harder to type, so the message took a few minutes to compose.

'Roxanne,

'Thank you so much for your message. This is going to sound like a line but I never do this. You are the only camgirl I've ever watched for more than a minute or two, and the only one I've spent money on. Something about you caught my attention right away and you still have it. So when you disappeared from LL I tried to watch a few other girls but it wasn't the same… I just really liked you, I thought you were so cute and funny, and playful. Everything about you is what I dream of, and what I wish I could have in my life. The popup for your new site was like a miracle! But you probably get a million messages like this one so I'm sorry. I'll try to get on tonight and watch you again if my schedule permits. Until then, I hope you have a wonderful day.'

Too sappy. Elsa sighed, and went to hold down the backspace button with her thumb; she would just rewrite the whole-

Nope. She hit 'send' instead.

"WHAT?! NO!" she burst out, leaning further forward on the toilet seat. She heard someone clear their throat in another stall, but she didn't care about them; this was a lot worse. This was dire. Could she un-send an email? No, that didn't seem possible.

So now she would just have to deal with the consequences. Groaning, she forced herself to get up and wash her hands and head back to her table. She had an irate Edna to deal with for now.

~ o ~

It was hard working up the courage to log into the site again. She was an hour into Roxanne's scheduled camming time when she did; she knew the girl would be on there for another few hours yet, but still felt as if she were "late" - ridiculous. She was being ridiculous about this whole thing.

"-why applesauce is bullshit," she was saying with a light chuckle once the video loaded. Same bedroom, but a pale pink underwear set this time. "Like, when you can make hot apple cider or apple pie, why would you… oh."

There were a few messages from worried men when she stopped to blink at her screen. Elsa was also concerned for a moment until she realised she was the cause. Then her ears started to warm up. She hadn't even typed anything yet; was Roxanne watching the usernames for her? No way.

"Sorry, what was I saying? Oh, right; I'm, um, I like apples but applesauce is kinda not my thing. Next question?"

Trying to get over her hangups, she typed: 'How do you feel about wine?'

The girl bit her lip for a moment - how was that so attractive there ought to be a law - and then said, "Hey, NorthMountie. Um… I'm not much of a wine drinker. Not much of a drinker at all, but I'm totally a piña colada and daiquiri kinda girl; fruity stuff, fun stuff. Beer if I really have to get something cheap."

'So a sweet wine would be more your thing?'

"Yeah! Like, I don't even know what that means, but I've had some of that Arbor Mist stuff and it wasn't bad."

Not what Elsa meant. But she was smiling anyway, leaning back against her pillows. 'Then I have a few I would buy you if you wanted to try.'

"Well, if we ever find ourselves in each other's company, that would be lovely," she said with a delighted chuckle. Then she paused and snorted, "Calm down, Maximo, I'm obviously gonna try your mojito, too."

Other users. She wanted to be rid of them… and she could be. So she made the easy decision to spend a little more money and request more VIP time. Once the girl had prepared them a placeholder video, the screen changed…

And Roxanne looked much more excited. Real, not theatrical; Elsa could usually spot the difference, and even moreso now that she had watched this girl turn it on and off before. Performance.

"You came back."

'Hello.'

"Hi." She fidgeted, then smiled a little wider. "I, um… I feel just terrible about how bad I overreacted. But I'm glad you weren't too upset. I mean, I'm just some dumb hoe online, anyway."

'You're not. You're a person, regardless of what you do or who you cam for.'

"Well, yeah, but…" She squirmed, then sighed. "I feel like I'm letting you down. Like, you pay good money to go one-on-one and what, I act scared and don't even take my clothes off?"

'I didn't ask you to take them off, remember? So it's not like I didn't get what I paid for.'

"But…"

'Everything is fine.'

She had been about to protest further when she got the follow-up message, so she smiled in relief. Maybe this wasn't the world's worst disaster in the making.

To Be Continued…

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Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!

If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)

Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;

I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.

Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader

I put things under a cut for length!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.

He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.

I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!

Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!

Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!

“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.

The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.

Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time

Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.

I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.

Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.

As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.

“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?

“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.

He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!

I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?

Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!

Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!

“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.

“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”

“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.

Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!

A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?

A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.

Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)

You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.

*tap tap tap*

You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”

“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”

Vil Schoenheit

Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!

Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.

Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!

Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.

“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.

“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.

“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.

You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.

Idia Shroud

Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!

Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!

Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!

Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.

Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.

Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(

Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol

“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”

“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.

You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park’ too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.

“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!

That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.

Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.

As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.

You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-

“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.

“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”

Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.

“I assure you I won’t, little human.”

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prorevenge · 5 years

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Bully from my past decides to show up and talk smack. I get his ass fired, jailed and fined.

This takes place just a couple months ago, but I'll give some back story. In school I was bullied pretty badly. In this school bullying was unofficially popular and accepted. This meant many kids would compete to see how badly they could treat their "lessers". Among these ass hats were the clique who just hated. The type who had no reason, just that was the way they believed it was. Time passes though, I left that school, graduated at another, yet once or twice I have met my old school bullies and had to deal with them. No big special deal, just someone picking out of old habits and being told off. Otherwise everyone else I went to school with just did the same as I did and moved on. This guy was one of those who couldn't let it go and due to circumstance, I had to deal with him.

Understand I love my job. I'm a computer geek that is IT. A nice position where I get to choose how my work gets done with great pay. To me it’s a dream come true. So, with this in mind understand that I will fight tooth and nail to keep it if the need arises.

Time to start.

The whole thing started with a simple encounter. At the facility I work at we have contractors. People who come in and will do a job then leave. In this case SB (School Bully) was with one of these contracted companies who were supporting maintenance with electrical and frame work updates across the shop floor. I got one of my usual support request calls and went down to see what was up. On the way I saw him walking the opposite direction. At first I didn't recognize him, it has been nearly twenty years. So I nodded politely and moved on. It didn't click until later who he was, and at that time I decided to ignore it. I had my own job to think about.

Two days later the signs started. I was doing some stock audit work on the floor when one of the assembly workers I know (and I do know a lot of the shop floor workers.) wanted to ask me a question. I said sure, so he asked me if it was true that in school I tried to rape a class mate. I won't lie I was really taken aback. The answer of course was a resounding NO. I was pissed so I asked him who brought up such a thing. He told me that a contractor from a certain company was talking to him and a few others and brought it up. He said this guy talked a lot of hate full smack. He told me he didn't believe it but wanted to hear it from me. Fair enough. I asked for more details about the smack talking perp and his description fit SB. I was not amused.

I didn't want to deal with this, I was happy and didn't want to jeopardize that with my job by confronting a person who would just deny it. Asking the shop floor workers to back me up as witnesses wouldn't work either sense even though they are decent people, they wouldn't want to risk their paychecks for such drama.

Instead I called my brother who works as one of the maintenance managers. I convinced him to tell me were the company SB worked for was doing their work. I explained the situation and he told me to leave it be because with in a couple of months when the work is done they would move on. It was understandable, but i'm a little paranoid and wanted to keep my wits about me just in case. For about a week I stalked the group SB was with. I would simply walk by and make a note of who the shop floor guys he was working with. After SB moved on I would casually ask everyone, how things were going. The common thread was that one of the contractors on site really hated my guts and talked a lot of shit. Multiple people told me that when noticed me around he would go into small tirades about how I did this something else when we were younger. Things like how I did drugs, or I quit school because I was a waste. Things like that. The thing is that everything I heard was very nostalgic in a bad way. Everything said was a classic excuse the haters would have used. They never actually had a reason to hate me, so they would make something up. Hence why I called them the Haters.

After this I decided that it would be best to keep on damage control. I know how things can be, if a rumor is heard enough people can start to believe it. I didn't want to confront SB either sense I figured nothing would come of it. My brother was right, after a month or so this ass hat would be gone, but fate had other things in mind. My boss, being the nice guy that he is called me up one day asking if everything was ok. The rumors had gotten back to him and he wanted to ask me about them. I explained the situation and my plan for damage control. He understood and told me to keep it up. Unannounced to me he was annoyed enough to talk to SB's boss about what was going on. Which led me to my first real encounter with SB.

This happened the next night. I was heading to my car because I was done with the night. SB was waiting for me outside by the back lot. I was half way to my car when he called out.

SB: Hay, we need to talk!

I turned and saw him, but not wanting to deal with it I ignore him and continued to my car.

SB: Don't fucking ignore me, I have been through hell because of you.

He sped up and got in between me and my car. So now I have no choice but to listen, if I tried to go all the way back to the lobby he would just get in my way again.

SB: I got bitched out by my boss because of you. Someone said I was acting inappropriately while on the job.

Me: Okay, and this involves me how? (I said it all passively, figuring on playing dumb. It was obvious my boss talked to his boss getting him in trouble.)

SB: I know it was you who told my boss.

Me: Dude I didn't tell anyone about anything, I don't care, so just leave me alone.

SB: Fuck that, I know you, I know all about you, I remember the good days when we used to beat the crap out of you, I can bet you would love to have some revenge. I'm not going to let that happen by not letting this slide. You know your place or i'll beat you.

Me: ( I interrupted, I was getting pissed at this point.) Fuck you. This isn't that hell hole of a school; do you really think you could just get every one to hate me by spreading dumb rumors?

I remember this point very well, he got a real smug look on his face like some one who just won an argument. I can bet my remark let the cat out of the bag. I could also remember having to hold my self back from punching that smug face.

SB: Do you think anybody gives a shit about you? Nothing’s changed......(this is when he said it. The nickname that still pisses me off. He called me the derogatory word they called me in school. The one they used as an excuse to beat me up, or insult me. NO i'm not posting it here.) I bet I can get everyone to hate you because you know your worthless.

By this point my emotions were in the open and I think he noticed because instead of stopping he picked up momentum.

SB: I seen you and that fat fuck of a wife around town, maybe i'll tell her to. I can bet she would kill herself if she knew what a (nickname) you are. What are you upset, are going to cry like you use to? How about this, i'll say what I want when I want or find you and your fucking wife and beat you to death! I'll leave you alone to think about what I said and i'll see you tomorrow, fucking (nickname).

He left it at that and walked off. I stood there for a bit and thought. I was now seething. I really wanted to turn on the ass hole and punch his lights out. But I know if I did I would just get fired because of the no tolerance rules we have. Then I had an idea, he was right, by this point I wanted revenge. He insulted me and my 5-month pregnant wife. Nope, not going to put up with this shit.

I went home and vented the event to my loving wife, who listened and gave me a well needed hug. The next day I went into motion. The first thing I did was talk to security, they had cameras for the parking lots, so I requested the video for the time frame SB and I had our little chat. The video didn't have audio but at least I had proof of his approach. This is why you become friends with the other departments ladies and gentlemen, you never know when you will need their help and help they did. They found exactly what I needed. The video showed him come up on the back lot and hiding behind the fence, then it showed his approach as I was walking to my car. It made it obvious he was waiting for me sinse he had no reason to be there. They copied the video, and per my request sent it to my boss, and to site VIP. The VIP is the guy who runs the entirety of the plant. VIP is just the IT nickname. I then called my boss and explained the email and what happened. I also explained that I sent it to the VIP. So we ended up scheduling a meeting later for that day. It was just me, my boss and VIP. It was mainly to explain the video and what happened. During the meeting the VIP got the contracting companies owner on call. I then once again explained myself. I explained SB's threats and that I have felt like my safety was put in jeopardy. My work place has a no tolerance rule for threats like this so I knew it would be taken more seriously if I added that in.

Now for the results. During the talk after I explained what happened, the contracted company told us they would fire him, because to not do so would risk the contract they had with us. My VIP also called the police as per the rules for anything like this. The police came, took a statement from me, my boss, saw the video and then arrested SB during his lunch break due to the threats of violence. A week later I got a summons to court to speak on my behalf. I told the judge what happened as I told my boss and VIP. I wasn't told what SB was charged with sense the county decided to charge him on their own, but I do know he spent a small amount of time in jail and got a fine. After that I was allowed to get a restraining order just in case.

This kind of thing still peeves me off, but I wanted to type this up while it was still fairly fresh. I also wanted to wait until things were said in done. I was told by a lawyer I asked before writing this that sense his trial is over the matter can't be overturned because of what I wrote here.

Also for those curious VIP is basically the manager of the entire plant, but calling him that actually makes his role seem less then it really is, so calling him VIP seemed more fitting to me. Also note that I can't release the video, its company property and I don't want to get fired.

(source) (story by Atlusfox)

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finderskeepersff · 5 years

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48. Part 4

Holding Sofia close to me in the club, she ain’t even bothered to climb off of me just yet. Her face pressing against mine, do I think she will give me some tonight. I don’t know and I am not thinking about it at all because like she is somewhat stand offish with me, I know she is laughing about it but I don’t want to push her. She really showing out though, Sofia moved her face away from mine. Her hands on the back of my head, she moved her hips again which made me look over at her “excuse me?” I said smiling, Sofia’ hands slowly moved to the side of my face “keep doing that, we leaving” Sofia grinned, thinking she was going to kiss me but she licked my lips and then took my shades from the top of my head “that weed got to Sofia?” Josiah said in my ear “I am ninety nine percent sure it has” I said to Josiah laughing, Sofia slowly moved her legs down. Leaning down as I let her down slowly, she seems happy with the shades. Pulling Sofia’ top down as I moved back but my neck near got snatched, she gripped my chains and yanked me back down and crashed her lips to mine, her tongue attacking my mouth. It was unexpected that I had to keep up with Sofia kissing me, she pecked my lips and let my chains go. Holding Sofia’ hand as I moved back finally, Josiah blew out air “wow” he said, I can’t stop smiling. Like Sofia is lit, I am on this. I am not getting drunk at all, she can do it and I will watch her. Licking my lips looking around me, I didn’t even notice but there is a few females here. Letting Sofia’ hand go, seeing Mia finding Sofia finally. Mia and Mitch were not here, one of my people stopped Mitch. Reaching over and tapping his shoulder “let him” holding my hand out to Mitch “you good?” grabbing his hand, it’s good seeing him and it was dope that he jumped in that time.

Finishing building my blunt, I think I have had too many now. They get stolen every time, it is annoying. Feeling Josiah nudge me, looking to the side of me. He pointed towards the corner, looking towards where he is pointing, my smile grew one of my school friends, what is she doing here. She waved at me, I saluted her “she is dating one of your niggas that is working with you” Josiah said in my ear, that makes sense on why she is here. Her face has never changed so I would always notice her face, can’t forget she was cool people. Seeing someone’ hand out to me, nodding my hand dapping him “it’s packed here” I said to myself, lighting the blunt up. Feeling someone tug at my jeans, looking down seeing Sofia. Hand gripped the rim of my boxers, staring down at her. Moving my blunt back, leaning down placing my hand just under her chin and blew the smoke in her face “what is it?” she hasn’t harassed me in a while “I want the blunt” she slurred out, moving back as someone pushed back a little. Looking ahead seeing who the hell pushed, Sofia’ weight on the grip of my boxers near pulled my pants down. Grabbing her arm “hey!” holding the blunt to Josiah, I was about to say her name again but she is looking up at me. Stepping down off of the couch “shall we go?” I asked her “it’s getting too hot here, can we” she looks a little faint, nodding my head.

Grabbing the water bottle from Sofia, closing the bottle looking to the side of me seeing a group of females walking out of the club, looking away from them “Cassius? Skinny Cass” turning around “oh yeah, Bianca. Imagine seeing you here, it’s been years. You ain’t changed” she hasn’t “I did see you in VIP” Ethan was just glaring at the girls “yeah, I came with my friends and my man, he is somewhere. You said you was going to be boss, look at you. You’re the boss” nodding my head “yeah, I am actually a father now too. This is Sofia, she is my partner but I am a dad now” Bianca smiled at Sofia but only god knows what face Sofia is pulling “we know, who doesn’t know you’re a dad now. I follow you on Insta, you ain’t notice but he is so cute. I am happy for you and it was nice seeing you” smiling at her “and you” smiling, she waved at me as she walked off. Watching them walk off seeing an SUV driving slowly “you just staring at her?” Sofia spat, she grabbed my face but I didn’t move it just staring at the car “let’s go” Ethan said, I don’t like that car “be quiet for one second” grabbing Sofia’ arm, a blacked out SUV is never a good sign.

I wonder what that SUV was doing or was it just a car, nothing happened which is a good thing “why are you pouting like I shouted at you?” she seriously being this way “you told me to be quiet and she was the girl staring at you” letting out an oh “so you acted out for an old school friend of mine?” I laughed “that is cute” I was thinking she was showing out “mhmmm whatever, you bought people with you. I was literally fainting, it was too much” she couldn’t take it “sure Sofia, you want me alone. You want me inside of you, I get it” Sofia rolled her eyes “she was ugly, did you date her?” why is she like this “she is an old school friend, that is it. We hung out, she was cool. I wasn’t feeling her like that, not like how you thinking. You cost me today, you cost me so many blunts. Do you know how many you stole and then I had to get rid of because of you” Sofia giggled “sorry, but you told me to be quiet. I feel a little hurt” rubbing my chin smiling “how would you like me to repay you? So you don’t be sad?” Sofia looked at me but then giggled “you being filthy ain’t you? Oh wow, you thinking that nasty shit? You thinking about my dick? Come on?” Sofia shrugged “boss, it’s done” Ethan said “that is great to hear, we should celebrate” looking over at Sofia “how do you suppose?” she is turning it on me, holding my hand out “by dancing” Sofia shook her head “get me some food and where did you go? You went missing on me, left me there with boring Wheezy” Sofia held my hand, bringing her hand over to my lips “business, I said business so why question it babe” pressing a kiss to her hand “you didn’t hurt me there when you said be quiet” dragging my eyes away from her hand “where did I hurt you then? Speak up” she licked her lips “my lips hurt” nodding my head “that is easy” shuffling over to her, Sofia moved her head back “not those lips” I gasped “that is nasty, you are being nasty” I knew she was.

“You want some chicken nuggets too?” Sofia walked over to me “erm yeah sure” nodding my head, I knew that. I already ordered them for her, leaning over the counter. I am actually tired, I did a lot tonight. I think I did too much, I need to step back a little. Someone disrespected my girl and I had to handle it but I did beat him and now Samuel is dead, I got Lloyd next but I am doing too much I think. Feeling a kiss to the side of my head, which woke me out of my daze “who is here now?” looking behind me as I moved back from the counter “why you say that?” seeing a group of girls, they look bad. This is why I know she did it “because you do things on purpose, I am a single man remember” I had to laugh “you are, and you’re my dick appointment” letting out an oh “that is cute, for you anyways. You only love me when people are around, I see how it is” turning to the counter, where is my damn order “you being dumb” reaching behind me and grabbing Sofia’ arm, pulling her back “you don’t walk off at this time of night, ok?” letting her arm go.

“Big boss is here, Cassius” seeing a group of boys walk over to me as soon as I walked out of the McDonalds “erm yeah, just came to eat. A nigga got to eat” dapping the boys, this is why I said to Sofia not to walk off because you don’t know who you will see or may want to do something stupid “it’s like the first time ever meeting you, amazing” nodding my head “I don’t be around here much, keep up the work” Ethan walked over to me “ain’t you got work to do, don’t be hanging in gangs. You know this” dragging open the car door “get in” I said to Sofia, Ethan is not wrong because they be watching “do this” placing the McDonalds in the car and then closing the door “don’t split up, go in McDonalds. Get food and go home ok? Friends just hanging, I am always being watched so do that, order food, eat it and then put the drugs in the boxes and throw it but do not be obvious, don’t go to the toilets any of you. Just have the night off after. If you get caught I will kill you myself” I can’t afford to be caught talking to them and then they get caught “we won’t” turning around, I know they are always watching me.

I saw Kalia at forty forty so I know she will be watching me, they watch me all of the time. If I was single I would fuck her so then she would do anything for me, but I am not so yeah. The bitch detective won’t be getting no dick from me “why do you think I only love you when people are around? That has really upset me” Sofia has been too quiet “because you show me affection that way, what about when we cooling? You either love me or not?” Sofia gasped “that is such bullshit, I love you all of the time Cassius. That hurts, just because girls are looking at you so I do that?” I chuckled “so you claiming me? Is that what it is? Look” I laughed “I am playing with you, I don’t care about having sex with you. I just want to be around you. I want to be around for the boy, I just want whatever you want me to do? I am feeling good about me, I am at a point in my life where I just want to be with my family but at your pace. You know?” Sofia nodded her head “it’s too good to be true though Cassius, nothing is perfect. I don’t want to get close to you but the thought of you being around other women annoys me but it will get snatched away from me, I can imagine that happening to me so yeah I am trying to keep my feelings to myself” she is allowed to feel that way, I can’t stop her from her feeling that way.

Walking behind Sofia to her room, how can I not have sex with that. I mean look at her, look at her ass. My god, her legs alone are fine as fuck and I want her so badly “thank you for walking me to my room” looking up from Sofia’ legs “uh what?” I said kind of confused, she unlocked the room door “you walked me to my room, thanks” licking my lips smiling “you’re funny, I told you. I ain’t here for the sex, it’s you. You want me, I know you do” Sofia pushed open the room door “but you held the door open for me? You want me” she is playing, like she doesn’t want to to give in to me “shut up before I shut the door on your face” placing the food on the side “I am not even hungry actually” I am not even feeling it “I did text my mom, she said Cartier is ok” I tell a lie he is hating it, he is awake still “are you lying to me?” shaking my head “nope” sitting on the edge of the bed “can I legit stay here? I mean do you want me too?” I am not even sure, I don’t mind it if she wants me to go.

Sofia didn’t answer the part on if I can stay here, maybe that is a yes but she has gone to the bathroom and not come out. If I get naked and then she is like no I will be pissed, stifling out a yawn. Rubbing the side of my face “what if I said I wanted you to stay?” turning my head and froze, my eyes dropped to her boobs with just her bra covering them up. Looking down at Sofia’ body, her body is different from what I remember but it looks so good, so much more to hold. She is bomb “you going to say anything?” she said, I paused “uh yeah, yeah. Wow. Yes, you know I do” watching her walk towards me, I swallowed hard because she got me right now. I can’t even deal, the rush went straight down to my dick. Sofia placed her hands on my shoulders as she sat on my lap facing me, her hands both at the side of my face as she stared at me, she is making me nervous and I am already getting hard “who said I don’t show you affection” shaking my head “who was that nigga that said that?” knowing full well that was me “I want you inside me, it’s been a while” she don’t need to tell me twice, I am going to be all in her.

I adjusted myself, I paused to savour the moment to be on top of Sofia. Staring at Sofia intently as I slowly slid inside of her, no words left our lips as we just stared at each other. Lowering my head as I pushed in my full length in and a moan left her lips, I kissed her throat slowly. Sofia also leaned in and kissed my ear but also nibbled it. Feeling Sofia’ hand on my butt as I had sex with her slowly, my left hand went on on Sofia’ waist, caressing her hips and curves to make up for all the times I wasn’t around to touch her. My right hand cupped the back of her head, Sofia kept her mouth on my ear, moaning extra low into it and then went down to my neck and kissed it tenderly, her hands on my face and kissed my lips. Her tongue in my mouth, it glided slowly and gently against mine. Sofia’ hand grabbed a hold of my arm when my hips circled against her and went in deeper, I moaned into the kiss as I did. Moving back from the kiss as I circled my hips again, just to see Sofia gasp out was something so magical.

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years

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I Take Your Heart On Tour with Me (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)

A/N: I have been playing around the idea of writing a fic about how it would looks like if you actually date a celebrity or even worse an idol. It must be hard to date someone who isnt always around and is well know internationally, having millions other girls showing affection towards your loved one isnt it? Then the first two requests came in and I decided to combined it. Hope this fic will do justice to what I actually want to potray <3

And as for the third ask, I was really literally writing this last night when your request came in. Seriously, I'm shooked. Are you three anon the same perrson or are you just good at reading each others mind? :D

And to everyone out there who is in a long distance relationship and survives, you guys are my hero! I cant bare to be away even for a day from my significant other. Hahah.

MASTERLIST

"Happy birthday baby," Taehyung smiles at her. His beautiful unique smile that she loves so much. That she missed. Y/N wish she could touch his face, traced and feel the warmth of his skin against hers, inhaling his scent and hearing his laugh as his warm breath tickle her ears. She wished for that every day and she hopes that it will come true. Maybe some day it will. But for now, seeing Taehyung through the frosty screen of her computer is good enough.

"Thankyou baby," Y/N smiles although tears has already visited the corner of her eyes.

"What did you wish for baby?" Taehyung asks her, a sad smile grazing his face as he saw the love of his life being so sad on her special day. He wishes he was there. To hold her, touch her, hug her, kiss her, make love to her. He missed her more than any words could have ever explained.

"I... I wish that you are right here with me. Thats all I ever really wanted," Y/N sniffled and smile softly at the screen. Taehyung raised a hand and traced the screen of his laptop, wishing he was touching her soft skin instead.

"I'm really sorry baby. I cant be there with you. But you know I wanted that too more than anything in this world. I miss you too much Y/N. I love you," Taehyung looks at her, his usually piercing eyes turns soft.

"I know Tae and its okay. One day we will be together again," she smiles, not wanting to upset her beloved boyfriend. "And I miss you so so so much and I love you very much too Kim Taehyung,"

Taehyung smile at her declaration of love. He will never get tired of listening to it.

"I know you are sad I'm not there with you on your special day baby, but I did sent you your gifts. It should arrive any day now. So I hope it will make up for me not being there, even for a little bit,"

"Thanks baby. I will definitely let you know when it arrives. And no, nothing could ever compare to you Tae, no matter how many things you sent me,"

"Aww baby. I'm so sorry," he dropped his gaze, sad. "I need to go baby. We have sound check before the concert. I love you so much. I will call you after the show like always okay. Take care baby," Taehyung leans and kiss the camera, making Y/N giggles and he waves quickly before the screen goes blank.

This is how her relationship with Kim Taehyung is. Most of their relationships are made on texts, phone calls, video calls and Skype. But its okay, because they love each other too much. Its their fourth year of being together, and its also their fourth year of not being able to celebrate each other's birthday together. While Taehyung gets to celebrate his birthday with his brothers and his million fans all over the world, Y/N will wait patiently every year on this day for him to call and wish her, all from a computer screen.

Meeting and falling in love with Taehyung is never something she could have ever imagined would ever happened to her. Sure, she have heard of their band before, but she never dwell deep into them. Who they are, how they looks like. She just doesnt have the time. Being a medical student, Y/N is always busy. But its also because shes a medical student that fate brought her and Taehyung together. They met in a hospital one fateful day, when Y/N was covering a shift for her friend who suddenly had an emergency that day. Having a practical internship at a hospital is a part of her course as a medical student, and her day has never been more interesting than the day she saw Taehyung helping a limping Namjoon entering the hospital in panic.

Y/N was the first person he saw that looks like a doctor and he screamed at her to help his hyung without knowing that the hospital is a teaching hospital and shes only a student doctor who isnt allow to act on patients without a senior doctor. Panicking and almost crying from being yelled at so harshly by Taehyung, Y/N help to carry Namjoon to an emlty bed and examined him on her own, only to find out that that the older boy is only suffering from a crack toe, a result of being clumsy and accidentally kicked the dinner table, something that Y/N now knows happens a little too many times.

Y/N was in trouble with her supervisor that day. Not only she didnt informed any of her supervisors and work on a patient all by her own, she didnt even know that the members are considered VIP patients at the hospital and was supposed to be given the VIP treatment. After witnessing himself how Y/N gets yelled at because she helped Namjoon on her own due to his excessove anger and yelling, Taehyung felt guilty and tried his best to make up for it.

Friendly visits and apology dinners turns to friendship and in a matter of weeks, Taehyung and Y/N falls in love.

Its hard for the two of them, yes. Taehyung is barely in Seoul, flying all over the world, each trip taking him months. Even when he's home his schedule is extremely pack. And as a medical student approaching her final years, Y/N has to managed between hospital duty and extra early classes, assignments, exams and even research and presentations, and their schedule often clashes. They miss each other a lot, the love and the short memories that they have of each other are the only thing that keeps them holding on to one another.

Its hard to see someone you love and miss on TV, smiling and waving, holding hands and flirting with a million screaming girls. Y/N knows they are only his fan, but still, it hurts. Even worse when their relationship is not even public, making Taehyung single and available as far as everyone in the world knows. It hurts so much, but its the price to pay for dating someone amazing like Taehyung who always knows how to make her smile even from a million miles away.

Whenever they did get the chance to see each other however, the feeling she felt in her chest is magical, amazing and extraordinary, and thats how Y/N knows that Taehyung is worth fighting for. And she hopes Taehyung feels the same way too.

Every last goodbye, every kiss they shared before Taehyung had to hopped into a plane and leave her again hurts, not knowing when will be the next time they will see each other again. But just from the smile Taehyung gave her every time before he leaves makes her believe that Taehyung will come back to her again.

/////

"Who is she?!"

"Baby, I already told you shes just the actress for our music video," Taehyung sighed. Fighting over video calls is something both of them hate. Its tiring, exhausting, disappointing and it never ends. They tried to avoid it as much as they can, always convincing one another to believe in each other and wait until they will see each other again to solve it. But whats long distance relationship without the fights and jealousy right? And just like every other couple, the green eyes monster appeared once in a while to haunt them.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you looking so smug while you wipe off the ice cream from her lips huh? And that is definitely not a part of the video!" Y/N is furious. She came back after a 48 hours long shift to rest and relax only to find the news is littered with stories and photos of her boyfriend out on an ice cream date with an actress from their video. A oretty one too, looking at him with heart eyes. Of course the internet is going crazy, shipping the two good looking couple together, hoping the ship is real.

"Okay baby. I wont lie to you," Taehyung raised his eyes and looks at her through the screen. Eyes tired and sad. "We have gotten closer and I was just so lonely..."

"What?" Y/N looks at him straight in the eyes. What is Taehyung trying to tell her? "T-Tae.. are you trying to tell me that you really did cheat on me?!".

"What?!" Taehyung leans in closer to the screen, trying to see his beloved girl teary eyes. "Baby no! Of course not! I would never do that to you,"

"T-Then what are you trying to say?"

"I-" Taehyung sighed. "I-It occured to ny mind baby... I was so lonely and I missed you so much and she was just there and seems so interested in me.. and cheating on you just occured in my mind. But I didnt do it baby! I didnt do anything about it! I didnt a t on my feelings!"

"W-What?" Tears starts to flow down her face as her heart felt pain that is new and unbearable to her. How could Taehyung even thought of doing this to her? How could he?

"Baby, please stop crying. I'm sorry baby. I'm really sorry," Taehyung himself is crying now. He knows he didnt actually cheat but what he did is just as worse. How could he even think of that when he already have the most perfect girl in the world waiting for him? Sacrificing all her chances of being in a normal relationship for someone like him. And him? At the first chance he gets, he already thinks about cheating on her? He is really a jerk who dont deserve her. "Baby, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I know that. I shouldnt even have thought of that. It shouldnt even have crossed my mind. My loneliness gets too me but I suddenly remembered you. And how you must be just as lonely and sad like I do and its all my fault for not able to be with you all the time, but yet you never thought of shitty things like me. I am so sorry baby, please," Taehyung traced the screen, wanting so much to hug her, kiss her tears away and hold her until she believes that he truly loves her and only her and he wont ever do it again. But for now, all he can do is looks at the love of his life crying through a screen, all because of him, a thousand miles away. "Baby please... I didnt do anything about it baby, please.l," Taehyung begged.

"So just because you managed to hold yourself back this time I'm supposed to congratulate you?" Y/N sobs

"I- I cant do this. I need time to think,"

"Baby dont!" Taehyung panics. Never in their years of relationship has Y/N ever shut him out or needed space from him. He knows he screwed up real bad now. He still have 4 months to go for this tour and there is no way he can wait 4 months to sort this out. He will lose Y/N for sure. "P-Please baby. Ill do anything. Lets talk this out. Now. Dont log off. Dont shut me out please. Y/N baby please!"

"I cant Tae. I'm sorry," and the screen went blank.

"Fuckkkk!" Taehyung yelled out and pushed his laptop off the table in frustration. The loud noise it made caused Jimin to rushed into the room only to see Taehyung in a distressed state.

"Tae? What happened?"

"I fucked up Chim," Taehyung sat sprawled on the floor, everything scattered around him. "I think I will lose her forever and I cant have that,"

"Oh Tae..." Jimin didnt know what else to say. He figured it must have something to do with Y/N and the rumor flying around about Taehyung and the actress. So he sits down beside his best friend and hugs him tight, rubbing his back in comfort, listening to Taehyung's cries all night long.

/////

Its been three weeks now since Y/N didnt allow him to contact her and Taehyung is going crazy. His schedule passed by him like a dream, fanmeets, shoots, practices and performances but he cant remember a thing. All he can think about is Y/N's tear stained face everytime he closes his eyes. How can he be so stupid?

Its already bad enough to be in a long distance relationship where they are apart more than they will ever be together. Trust is already always an issues for couple suffering from long distance relationship, and with what he did, Y/N has every right more than ever to not trust him now.

Scrolling through her social media is the only thing he can do when he miss her, and even that she didnt update often. He miss her. He wants to know whats shes been up to, how shes doing, hows her day, did she sleep well? Eat well? Is she stressed out? What about her patients today? Taehyung wants to know everything and he misses the way Y/N would tell it to him every day during their calls. So if stalking her social media is the only way to do it, then he will gladly do it.

"Urgh, she doesnt even update!" Taehyung grumbled in frustration.

"Have you checked her tagged photos? Someone might tagged her so you could see her recent activities," Jungkook voiced out from the other bed, not even bothering to look up from his phone. Taehyung thought for a moment and silently thank the maknae for his brilliant idea. Hopeful, he opened the tagged photos tab and true to Jungkook's words, there are a tons of pictures of Y/N's recent activities.

Y/N with her friends in school, in their scrubs, having dinner, a birthday party and so on. She looks alright, Taehyung figured as he looks closely at beautiful her face. A little thinner and her smile is not so bright like it usually does and it her eyes definitely doesnr have the twnkle it usually holds. Does she perhaps missed him too? Thinks about him too? Just as much as he is?

I'm so sorry baby...

Taehyung scrolled further and a few photos caught his attention. Its still a photo of Y/N with a bunch of friends but theres a specific guy who is always by her side and in some photos even putting his arm around her. That bastard even captioned the photos with sickeningly sweet words.

What the hell? Dont he know that Y/N is his?

Wait, obviously he doesnt know because Taehyung didnt allow Y/N to tell anyone about their relationship. Y/N is as good as a single girl in other men's eyes! Curious and feeling his heartbeat is getting faster wuth anxiousness, Taehyung clicked on the man's profile and learnt that the man is a doctor at her hospital and he obviously have a crush on Y/N. It irks Taehyung how he doesnt even hide the crush he has on his girl!

Sinister thoughts starts to enter Taehyung's mind. Words he didnt want to believe whispering in his ears. Did Y/N found his replacement? A better man? A nicer man? Someone who will always be around for her instead of travelling all over the world for most of the year? Someone who she can tell everyone about their relationship? Someone that is a doctor? A more noble job than he will ever be as an idol?

Someone that is not him?

Is that why she is so content about not contacting him for three whole weeks when Taehyung is practically dying over here?

Guilt and sadness starts to be replaced with anger and frustration and deep down Taehyung knows he shouldnt feel this way. He should talk aboit it and ask her, not jump into conclusions. He should trust that Y/N wouldnt so that and never assume. This is how long distance relationship goes to die; assuming the worse of each other, thinking about things that never actually happened, but the pictures and captions keeps playing in his mind, making Taehyung believe Y/N did forget about him and that man is the main reason.

Well, Taehyung sighed, anger and vengence slowly seeping through his vein, if she wants to cut all communication with him, then he can do it too.

/////

Y/N tossed and turned on her bed. Something shes been doing every night ever since her fight with Taehyung. She misses him beyond anything anyond could ever comprehend. She miss his voice, his laugh, the twinkle in his eyes when he talks about things that excites him, his childishness, his beautiful smile and most of all, the warmth in his eyes when he told her he loves her.

If Taehyung thinks she can bare with being apart from him for weeks, not hearing anything from him for weeks, then he is dead wrong. There was just so many times she wanted to click on the button and call him. To just say sorry and forget everything that has happened. But her heart hurt too much. How could Taehyung even thought about cheating on her? Yeah, he didnt, but he still thought about it. Doesnt that just means he will soon enough? Doesnt that mean he will if he is given a chance?

Y/N thought about it every single day for the three whole week they are apart. She went out with friends, try to live her daily life as normal as possible, not wanting people to see how upset she was. No one knows shes dating Kim Taehyung anyway, so what is she supposed to say if people asks her why shes so down? So she pretends to be happy, and every night when she came home, her pillows will be the only thing her tears can confide into. She thought about her relationship with Taehyung. Can the relationship still be saved if they fight for it? Worked for it? Maybe it cant? Maybe its already broken beyond repair? All the memories she shared with Taehyung, even though theres not many, it brings smiles to her face and happiness to heart, and thats how she knows that its all worth it. Their relationship is worth it and shes going to fight for him.

"T-Tae?"

"What do you want?" Taehyung's voice tone is cold, something he never used with her for all the years they have been together, and Y/N is scared. What happened to him for the past three weeks? Is he okay?

"I-I'm ready to talk about what happened. Can we talk?" Y/N held onto her phone tight, her knuckles turned white as she waits for Taehyung's answer. After a few seconds of silence, he laugh.

Taehyung laughed. Like what she said is the biggest joke he has ever enconuter.

"Oh so thats how its going to be huh? You talk when you are ready? And when you dont want to you just ran off to someone else?!" Taehyung's tone is menacing and sarcastic and it hurts her so much to hear it. She misses him and this is not the kind of conversation she thought they would have. This is not her Taehyung.

"T-Tae! Its not like that! I-I just need time to process what happened okay? I was hurt. I'm sorry I shut you out. But I'm ready now. Can we talk? Please? I miss you Tae," Y/N tried to explain, her voice small, hoping Taehyung could really hear the pain and longing in her voice. "And what do you mean by running off to someone else? You know I would never do that to you,"

"Miss me?" Taehyung scoffed and lets our a sarcastic laugh. "Are you sure about that? Why dont you just go with that guy whos been entertaining you for the last three weeks?"

"Tae! What are you even talking about?! You know you are the only one for me!" Y/N cried out, confused and scared of what he is saying. Why is Taehyung accusing her of things she never did?

"Yeah? Guess what, you are not the only one for me. In fact, you are not for me at all," Was Taehyung's answer. The answer that crushed her heart, her hope and all her beliefs.

And the line went dead.

The phone slipped out from Y/N's hand, crashing to the floor. Years. They have overcome everything for years. Everything that heads their way, every bullshit thats gets thrown to them, they faced it together. Their relationship is strong, something Y/N has always been proud of... but she guess its all a lie then. Taehyung has never been like this. They always, always, works things out no matter what. But there was never an issue that involved another woman before... maybe thats what change this time.

As Y/N collapsed on the floor, her legs no longer has the strength to stand, she finally realized.

Kim Taehyung has finally found someone else. Kim Taehyung has finally stop loving her. And its the worst feeling she could have imagined she would feel.

/////

All hope that its all in her head and Taehyung will come around are lost when just two days later, stories and images of Taehyung kissing the same actress he went on an ice cream date woth circulated in the news. So, it must be true then. That is why he said what he said.

Y/N might be a doctor, but this is the first time she understands how a heart really breaks.

Blinking back the tears, Y/N hold the pen in her hand tightly, the tip poise on the dotted line. The dotted line that will take her away from this hell once she signed her name. She has been contemplating the offer for months now, not wanting to be even further away from Taehyung than she already is, but what is there left to fight for if Taehyung himself has simply forgotten about her and move on?

Taking a deep breath, Y/N finally signed the contract and send it off.

No regrets Y/N. Lets start fresh without Kim Taehyung.

/////

"Wait, are you and Y/N even broken up? Whats with the kissing?!" Jimin shoved his phone in front of Taehyung's face, the b News article clear on the screen, confused as hell. What happened between them?

"I dont know,"

"You dont know?" Jimin looks at him funny. "You dont fucking know if you two are broken up but you shoved your tounge down her throat anyway? And even get it photographed?!"

"Shut up Jimin! I-I dont know okay!" Taehyung yelled and throw his phone across the wall, breaking it in the process. What have he done? Did he really want to break up with Y/N? No, he doesnt! He never did. No matter how angry he is, breaking up with Y/N was never an option. Its a big mistake. He was sad and angry and the girl is just there. God, what has he done? How could he do this to Y/N? His precious, beautiful angel Y/N?

"Well, if hyung dont know then, he sure knows now. There is no way in hell Y/N didnt think they have broken up once she saw those pictures," Jungkook chimed in, before quickly exiting when Jimin shot him a warning glare. At the maknae's word Taehyung finally got hit with a realization.

He truly has lost Y/N for good.

And theres nothing he can do about it.

/////

"So, I think all your fans wants to know, have any of you ever dated before?" The emcee asks, making the fans in the audience squeals. As usual, all the members will give out smiles and answer no, including Taehyung. Just another interview, another show and another same old question.

"Theres just one thing that I think everyone wants to know. If you were dating, do you think a long distance relationship will work? This type of relationship itself is already a challenge, but especially when you as an idol is so busy! What do you think?"

The members starts to sneak glances at Taehyung, all knowing about the recent incident that happened between him and Y/N. Although they try to be discreet, the emcee seems to noticed and smild.

"Oh, it seems like the members are all looking at V? Is he the best in relationship advice between the members?" The emcee turns to look at him. "So what do you think V? Want to share your thoughts?"

Taehyung smiles as he remembered the time he had with Y/N, all the good times. As if he didnt unofficially announced to her that he cheated by kissing someone else. As if he didnt break her heart. As if he didnt know the broken status of their relationship right now.

"Long distance relationship is already hard as it is," he smiles. "I respect those who managed to get through it. Especially busy ones,"

"So, what do you think is the key to maintain a relationship like that?" The emcee inquires. Taehyung took a moment before answering, the good and the bad moments of his own relationship flashes by in his mind "Is it trust?"

"Personally, I think the most important thing is love. Yes, love. I think it plays a bigger part than trust,"

"Oh?" The emcee looks at him, intrigued by his answer. "Most people who answers this will usually say trust. Its because they said jealousy and miscommunications are the number one reason long distance couple breaks up. Its not often somebody will answer love. Can you explain more V?"

"Well," he smiles, eyes twinkling, the good old days he had with Y/N plays back in his head. "I admit. Jealousy and misscommunication does play a big part. But look at it this way, when you truly love someone so much, trust just comes hand in hand. You will feel jealous, yes. But when you love her too much, you will give her time to explain. You wpukd want to listen to her, because when you love her enough, how could you even think about ending it? Whatever the reasob may be? So theres no room for that isnt it?" He looks straight at the emcee. "You know love? That feeling you have when you see that someone smile. Like everything bad in your life will be okay, will be beautiful again. You dont have to do anything but just stay beside her and thats enough for you. When you see her cry, you will feel the need to protect her, chase away her sadness. You dont feel alone, you wont feel weak because that someone will always supports you no matter what. You could be extremely busy, but you will always find time for her because you want to listen to her day and you also want to tell her about yours. When you feel like this about someone, how can distance, space, jealousy and misscommunication breaks what you have? So yes, its love. If you love someone enough, theres no distance or space in the world that could separates you," Taehyung finishes with a smile and the rest of the boys and the audience are in awe. They never thought Taehyung could feel that way. And the boys know exactly who Taehyung is talking about.

"Wow! It seems like our V has been in love before! Or better yet, is in love?" The emcee grins at him, trying to see his reaction. "The rumor thats been floating around about you and the actress must be true then? Especialy with the kiss. Awwww. She must be the one you are thinking about hmm?" The emcee smile warmly at him and Taehyung immediately frowned. All he can think about is Y/N. Y/N is the only one who could make him feel everything he just mentioned. The only one he would do the things he just mentioned for.

"No. I was talking about-"

"V is always so thoughtful. This is just his opinion on how long distance relationship for idols should be like," Namjoon cut him off and sent him a look that means not another word from him and the leader will handle the rest. Taehyung kept quiet for the rest of the interview, letting Namjoon takes over before he slipped out somerhing stupid again and his mind spins, remembering everything that he said. He slumped in his seat. Its too late anyway. Who is he kidding? Long distance relationship and an idol will never be a good combination. Never have and never will. Maybe thats the reason so many idol arent allowed to date. To save them from heartbreaks... The interview for the show ends with a mini fanmeet session, signing autograph and smiling for photos. Taehyung puts on his best smile and is doing his obligatory responsibility when a girl about his age stands in front of him, passing him her album to be signed.

"Thank you for what you said Taehyung," Taehyung looks up from the album to the fan who is smiling at him.

"You are welcome. But for what?" He titlted his head, confused to what she is implying.

"For what you said regarding the long distance relationship. My boyfriend and I almost calls it quits but after listening to you, I think I want to fight for him. For our relationship. I mean, if an idol can do it, why cant I right? And if we cant work it out, just like you said, it just means we are not in love enough with each other then. And if we dont, whats the point of being together in the first place right?" She smiles and bowed to him before moving on to the next member.

What that particular fan said to him stuck in his head for the whole day. She was right. If Taehyung lets Y/N go now, it just means that he never really love her in the first place. And Taehyung knows he does.

He loves Y/N.

Y/N who always waits for his call no matter how exhausted she is after a 48 hours shift. Y/N who gets along well with his friends. Who accepted his conditions on dating him. Who loves him for his quirky ways and not because hes some idol. Who thinks he is the best when hes at his worse. Y/N who never fail to supports him, love him, no matter how much he hurts her.

Taehyung is madly, deeply in love with her. And he needs to fight for her now and show her he loves her before he loose her forever.

"Go to her Tae," As if he is reading his mind, Jimin suddenly quiped in. Taehyung turns to look at his friend.

"I want to Chim. But how? We have 3 more months left of this tour," Taehyung looks to the floor. Running out of ideas of what to do.

"You will loose her if you wait Tae," Jimin walked over and pat his back. Taehyung fell silent, his gaze on the ground, knowing the truth to Jimin's words. "So thats why I already bought you a ticket. Your flight leave in 8 hours. Go Kim Taehyung. Get your girl and your happiness back!"

Taehyung has always been a good boy. Obidient and and not a rule breaker, but as he makes his way to the airport, breaking all rules and contracts, for the first time in his life, he doesnt care. Because he knows, no matter what will happen to him later, at the end of the day, if he still have Y/N's love and support, he will be okay.

He needs to fight for her. He needs to feel all the things she makes him feel again. And Y/N is the only one who could give him those feelings, always and forever.

Once landed, Taehyung rushed out from the gate, not bothering to care about the people around him abd in his haste, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Y/N?!" His eyes are wide open. How could this be? Is he dreaming right now? But her scent filled his nose and her skin thats touching him feel so warm that he knows its real.

"T-Taehyung?!" Y/N is just as shocked. Taehyung was not supposed to be back for another three months. She looks around and noticed something odd. "W-Wheres everyone else? Wheres your manager? Wheres your mask?!"

Taehyung doesnt care and grab her hand, making Y/N panics as people has start to notice that Kim Taehyung is in their mix.

"What are you doing? People doesnt know that we are together. I-I mean were together," she stuttered, eyes darting around, concious of people who are staring at them.

"No baby. I am still yours," he took her hands and kissed it, fluttering her heart. "Y/N I'm sorry. You have every right to be mad at me for even thinking about cheating. And what I said after that... thats not true. None of it were. You are always the one for me. The only one for me. No matter what happens, I will always choose you baby," he looks at her, who have her mouth wide open in shocked. "I'm sorry I let jealousy ruined us. We were so strong. Distance and space used to have nothing on us but I let them get the best of me. I'm sorry I kissed that girl. You can punish me in every possible way you can think of baby. I will willingly take it all. I will do everything it takes to make it up to you, as long as you are still mine,"

Y/N was dumbfounded.

"I-I dont know what to say. T-Tae, I didnt know that we still have a chance. I thought you are really over me,"

Taehyung shakes his head.

"Over you? That would never happen baby. Not in this lifetime. Or the next for that matter. Or ever," he chuckles. "Say you will give me a chance baby. You dont have to forgive me right now, you dont even have to forgive me ever, but please... give me a chance to prove to you how much I love you,"

"Tae.. I-"

"Wait. Where are you even going?" Taehyung just remembered where they were and how Y/N is holding her passport and having a carry on luggage with her. She is obviously on her way to board a plane. His heart suddenly filled with panic, palms turned sweaty.

"I-I'm going away as a part of a medical team... in a far away place... to help the poor and the sick..."

"W-What? H-How long baby?"

"A year, minimum,"

"A year?! And you didnt think to tell me this when we were together?!" Taehyung was shocked. This is too much to take in right now. How can she not discuss this with him first.

"I-I never planned to accept it while we were together. I dont want to be further away from you than I already is... but I figured you have forgotten about me and moved on. So I finally decide to do something for myself instead of always doing things for the relationship,"

What Y/N said hits home. Its true. Y/N is always the one who sacrifice everything for their relationship, and Taehyung will soaked it all up, thinking he deserves it just because he is a hardworking idol. He forgots sometimes that what Y/N do is so much noble and harder than what he will ever be able to do. She saves live on the daily, sacrificing time and energy for other people who sometimes cant even say one word of thanks, and she still accepted a selfish boyfriend like him. Taehyung is selfish, and he realizes it now.

He needs to let her go and maybe someday she will come back to him.

Through teary eyes Taehyung smile. "You are an angel baby. And I'm sorry I'm always clipping your wings down. This time I'm setting you free. Go Y/N. Go and live your life. For your own happiness, for what you really want this time," he smiles at her, causing Y/N to cry too. "I love you. I love you so much," he tucked her stray hair behind her ears, cupping her face. "I love you and I'm sorry. But I promise you I will wait for you. All these years you have been waiting for me as I spread my wings, cheering me on from the ground, always smiling, never once tried to bring me down. You are selfless and incredible, and its because of you that our relationship is even able to last this long. This time.... I'll be the one that going to be cheering you on. Spread your wings and fly baby and when you come back, I will still be here,"

"Y-You promise?" Y/N sobs, her shoulders shaking. Can she do this? Now that Taehyung is back, right in front of her eyes, can she be strong and leave him? For herself? Taehyung smile through wet eyes as tears rolls down his cheeks and nodded.

"I will. Because," he takes his hand and place it on her heart, "no matter where you are or where I'll be, you will always brings my heart here..." he tapped her chest where her heart supposed to be with her hand, "with you. I gave you my heart Y/N, and you have never given it back. Take care of it," he smiles warmly at her. Y/N continues to cry, hugging his hand close to her heart.

"A-And you Taehyung, you have my heart too. Forever an always, its only yours," she sobbed.

"And I'll carry your heart on tour with me baby, or wherever else I will go," he smiles and laugh. "I love you L/N Y/N,"

"I love you Kim Taehyung,"

Taehyung cups her face and leans in, kissing her with everything that he has. She might be leaving now, but he is sure she will come back to him. Afterall, he has her heart and she needs to get it back someday.

2 Years Later

"Tae! Go and open the door! It must be the pizza!" Namjoon yelled from his room. Taehyung takes quick steps towards the door, he himself being hungry after a whole day of practice. Its been two years since he last heard from Y/N, but he saw her on the news occasionally, helping people who needs it, and he couldnt be more proud to say that thats his girl. He has made an official statement after the photos of him and Y/N at the airport are released. He admits thats hes is on love, long distance relationship almost gets to him and he is currently waiting for his angel to come back from saving the world. They might not be communicating with each other,and they are a million miles apart, but Taehyung firmly believes that their feelings for each other remains the same. He is not even a bit worried. Not at all.

Taehyung opens the door, expecting the pizza man with a stack of delicious hot pizza but he gets the shocked of his life instead.

"Hi. I'm looking for Kim Taehyung," she smiles. "I think he left his heart with me and I need to tell him that its still under a good care,"

And that smile she gave him is forever going to be the most beautiful smile Taehyung will ever see.

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Through Each Other’s Eyes

For @yoosungweek Day 3! I’ve wanted to do a 4th wall thing for a while so I had to dig deep for the feels for this one. Hope you enjoy!

When he blinked suddenly everything changed.

He felt different somehow; something was out of place. It was only when he became aware of the phone he was holding in his hands that that difference stuck out to him. The screen showed someone very familiar, so familiar it could have been a mirror.

Except how could it be? Was it a photo? He looked on the verge of crying, a bittersweet smile on his face with one hand pressed up against the glass as though he were attempting to reach right out of the screen.

This certainly wasn’t real, right? He didn’t remember having such a photo taken. And there was a box outlined in green at the bottom of it, filled with Korean subtitles.

Yoosung? … Look in the mirror.

Prompted by the screen, he took in his surroundings; noting for the first time the bed he was sitting on cross-legged. Everything seemed so… vivid. More colourful. Like a photo filter that made every detail stand out. Even his hands were– Was he wearing nail varnish?

Spying a mirror on the wall across from him he quickly got to his feet, bracing himself for something strange; maybe you had painted his nails as a prank while he was asleep or something? It only added to his disorientation that he couldn’t remember what he had been doing before this and that he didn’t recognise the place he was at all.

His eyes widened when he saw his reflection - they weren’t his eyes. This wasn’t him at all! Different eyes, different hair, and… why did his chest feel so heavy? He poked his chest, confirming his suspicions immediately, a blush creeping onto the face that wasn’t his.

“This has to be a dream right?” He muttered with a voice that didn’t belong to him; words awkward on his tongue, as though he hadn’t spoken in a million years. There was a desk in the room, piled high with textbooks: all in English. If it weren’t for his high school classes, he wouldn’t have been able to understand what he was seeing. There was a purple box balanced on top of everything, adorned with three letters that he did know: RFA.

“R.F.A VIP Pac…kage…?” The English sounds that should have been distorted and nonsensical, were smooth sounding and natural. This person could speak English properly but not Korean? And this package… RFA? As in the RFA? He had to know for sure.

The box only had two things inside - clearly, someone had already gone through and moved around most of the contents. But the bad feeling in his already heavier-than-normal chest was getting worse when he went over what he could see.

His student ID card…

… And an RFA membership card issued to MC.

Before he could completely lose his sanity, the phone in his hand vibrated. The photo of him was still there, but there was a voice coming from the phone - his voice. But he could barely understand the foreign words that were being said; opting to read the Korean subtitles instead.

“Yoosung? Did you look in the mirror?”

A lone option popped onto the screen and he tapped it quizzically.

“I did but… who are you?”

His heart was pounding, his head was light. This strange dream was too much. He wanted to wake up, to be back in the world where he was in his own body in his own world where he had the most wonderful person he had ever met as his wife.

Thinking of you made him nostalgic - it felt like years since he had last seen you; last stroked through your long brown hair; stared into your… What colour were your eyes again? Had it been that long or was it the side effect of being in a dream…? Why couldn’t he remember your eyes?

“You haven’t realised yet…? That I’m… MC?”

“You’re…. what are you saying?! You’re just a picture on a screen, and I’m just having a weird dream as someone I don’t know. That’s the only way to explain all of this RFA stuff in a foreigner’s room.”

“It’s… my room,” the voice said, “I’m sorry if it’s a bit messy. I… wasn’t ever expecting something like this to happen.”

“Like this…? What do you mean?”

“We’ve switched bodies Yoosung - like in the movies. I’m in your body and you’re… in mine.”

The phone began to shake.

“Then… this person in the mirror… is you? But you look so different! You don’t look at all like I remember!”

And then he recalled the last April Fools Day, when he and the others had teased Zen. Everything about the bright, colourful world he was in seemed to make sense.

“Yoosung…?”

His eyes watered. His heart ached. The headache only got worse with this new revelation.

“We’re… in different dimensions aren’t we?”

He understood what you said next without even glancing at the Korean characters on-screen.

“Yes.”

A sob escaped him before he could cover it up. Heart throbbing with hot pain, he wiped the tears away as they rolled down his face - your face. He returned to the mirror, taking in your reflection; the shape of your face; soft hair; the lovely curves of your figure. But mostly, he was lost in the eyes that stared back at him, heartbroken. This was you. The real you in all your beauty.

The picture of Yoosung Kim was still on the phone screen, an answer ready for him to pick.

“All of the things I say are already pre-determined. Is it the same with you?”

“ I usually get the pick of three options…”

The crack in his heart was splintered apart even further.

“So all those times in the chatroom when I felt like you knew exactly the right thing to say to me…?”

“ …I always tried to be true to myself.”

“What about these subtitles? And these English books?”

“ … I had to use the English version of the app. I can’t speak Korean - but ever since I met you, I’ve learned a lot more than I did.”

This was too much. He felt strange, a million emotions fighting for control over his mind. He was in a different dimension - your dimension - where he was staring down at a phone with his face on it that was supposedly his dimension. You didn’t speak Korean. He didn’t speak English. Was your marriage a lie too? He’d never actually met you. Did he even exist?

“It’s a lot to take in. Are you okay?”

Not at all. But… But you were still MC. Even if everything he had ever learnt about you was now in question, at the core you were still the person he fell in love with in 11 days. The person he had pledged his life to. The person he wanted to have a family with. His MC.

“I still don’t really understand. But my heart hurts. I’m never going to get to meet you?”

“You still have the avatar I was using to interact with your world. She’s still me, even if she doesn’t look like it.”

“But… doesn’t it hurt… to see me with someone who isn’t you? To hold hands with someone who isn’t you… And kiss someone who isn’t you…”

“Our hearts are connected. And I want to love you no matter what. So… don’t worry about me. As long as you feel happy and loved, I will too.”

No sooner had he read it, the phone began to ring: Yoosung★

“MC,” he whispered after picking up, “You must have felt so lonely this entire time; knowing that I hadn’t met the real you.”

“I’m sorry,” came your reply, subtitles covering the call screen, “There was never an option to... And I didn't want to see you upset. If I had to shoulder that burden so we could feel happy, then it would be worth it."

"Damn it MC!" His voice cracked under the pressure of his thoughts, "Didn't you realise after everything I went through trying to talk to V about Rika?! I want the truth - even if it hurts! Because then I get to try and heal."

"I know... I'm sorry." He could hear you sniffling on the other end and his shoulders slumped, heavy with guilt.

"Hey, MC... Don't cry... I'm not angry with you... So please don't cry."

*sniffle* *sniffle*

"I'm just... even if this is the only time we'll ever get to talk freely... I feel so happy. But when I think about never being able to talk to you without constraints and limits on what I can say... I want to cry all over again."

"I know..." he murmured.

"But I want to use this chance to say this properly because I've never been able to say just how I feel. So will you listen?"

"Okay."

He heard you take a deep breath.

"You probably didn't know because I didn't talk a lot in the chatrooms about myself unless prompted but... when I joined the RFA I was in a really bad place. And I was so happy being a part of the organisation because I felt like I had a family. And then when I got to know you, I fell for you really hard. You are always so kind to me; checking I was eating three meals a day - which at first I wasn't - and asking me how my day was. You made me feel loved and cherished even before we confessed. I loved getting your calls and hearing your voice... and..."

"And..?"

"I saved that picture you sent of those roses as my wallpaper..."

He blushed, "You did?"

"But sometimes when I logged out of the chatroom I'd feel really sad because I wanted more than anything to meet you and hug you and hold your hand while watching some romance movie on Valentine's Day... Sometimes it made me feel this unbearable pain in my chest and I'd feel really lonely. There was always a part of me that wanted you to know about the gap between us... Sometimes I'd even write stories about telling you and what you'd say to me, and it made me feel better on bad days..."

"MC..." On the other side of the phone he could detect the emotion choking you up further and further the more you spoke. Loving him had been a double-edged blade that you had wanted to bear all by yourself and it made his entire body tremble.

"I understand if this is too painful for you... If you don't want to love me anymore because of this... I- I wouldn't blame you if you hung up and never spoke to me again."

His heart lurched, "I would never! You're still my precious one! I will always love you. And if that means loving you across dimensions for the rest of my life then so be it! That doesn't make that love any less. I don't love you any less. I love you more! You dealt with this secret by yourself for years - so... let me help you carry it now."

You had broken down, sobs echoing on the phone, "Y-Yoo...sung," you sobbed, "I love you! I r-really love... you... so so so... m-much."

A tear trickled down his cheek, but he wiped it away. He had to be strong for you. He had to protect you.

"Calm down Jagiya~" He cooed, "I'm right here! So focus on my voice and breathe." You did as he said but you were so worked up that it took a couple of minutes; hiccuping the only noise that told him you were still there.

"I'll never leave you," he promised, "I told you didn't I? I will always love you. So try not to worry - we can do this together now."

"Y-yeah."

"And on bad days, you can log into the RFA app and I'll be there waiting for you, 'kay?"

"Okay."

"And-- OH!" He shivered as something pulled him forwards; barely managing to stop himself from cracking the wall mirror with his face he shuddered. The force was still pulling him downwards and he noted the phone he had dropped from the sudden pull now discarded on the floor.

"MC!" He called, "I- I think we're going to switch back."

He didn't hear your answer, too busy trying to imprint the picture of your real face in his mind forever. Then the mirror was gone. He was caught in a whirlpool, being pulled in until it was hard to even breathe.

When something hard hit his gut, he was too winded to even exclaim in pain, but afterwards, he noted the return of his own body. He was back to being Yoosung Kim.

"Yoosung!" A voice screamed amongst the chaos, "Yoosung!"

There was a face, then a body... and a hand reaching out for him as it was being pulled away.

Instinctively he stretched out for you, ready to embrace as much of the real you as he could before you were taken away from him. The tide worked against the pair of you but with one last grunt of effort on his part, your fingertips brushed. For a split second, he felt your warmth and love without any screen dividing you.

Before you were pulled away again, forever.

~★~

He was back to his life.

Blinking, his eyes adjusting to the sudden dimness; the only available light the morning glow shining through the curtains as he sat up in the bed he shared with you. There was a groan as you rolled over to look at him, brunette hair tangled, splayed across your pillow.

"Good morning, Yoosung," you whispered, stifling a yawn.

He remembered the dream he had and the face he had seen. With a bittersweet smile he kissed the tip of your nose:

"Good morning, MC."

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